Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

An 1888 lithograph of Piatt.

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (11 August 1836 – 22 December 1919) was an American poet from Kentucky.

Quotes

• There stretch'd a sleeping army. One by one,
  They took their places until thousands met;
  No leader's stars flash'd on before, and none
  Lean'd on his sword or stagger'd with his gun --
  I wonder if their feet have rested yet!
  • Army of Occupation (1866), a Civil War poem written at Arlington, Virginia.

• My mother says I must not pass
  Too near that glass;
  She is afraid that I will see
  A little witch that looks like me,
  With a red mouth to whisper low
  The very thing I should not know.
  • The Witch in the Glass (1881).

• This was your butterfly, you see—
  His fine wings made him vain:
  The caterpillars crawl, but he
  Passed them in rich disdain.—
  My pretty boy says, “Let him be
  Only a worm again!
  • After Wings (1892).

• Other suns will shine as golden,
  Other skies be just as blue;
  Other south winds blow as softly,
  Gently drinking up the dew.
  • To-day, Stanza 1.

• All the glories of the sunset,
  In the sunrise one may see;
  That which others call the dawning
  Is the night for you and me.
  • To-day, Stanza 3.

• If this be all, for which I've listened long,
  Oh, spirit of the dew!
  You did not sing to Shelley such a song
  As Shelley sung to you.
  • A Word With a Skylark, lines 1-4.

• Yet, with this ruined Old World for a nest,
  Worm-eaten through and through,-
  • A Word With a Skylark, lines 5-6.

External links

• Selected Poetry of Sarah Piatt
• Piatt and the Poetics of Dramatic Realism