Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

"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!"

"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."

"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!"

"Other suns will shine as golden, Other skies be just as blue; Other south winds blow as softly, Gently drinking up the dew."

"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."

"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."

"Yet, with this ruined Old World for a nest, Worm-eaten through and through,-"