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.
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 noneLean'd on his sword or stagger'd with his gun --I wonder if their feet have rested yet!Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
This was your butterfly, you see—His fine wings made him vain:The caterpillars crawl, but hePassed them in rich disdain.—My pretty boy says, “Let him beOnly a worm again!Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
All the glories of the sunset,In the sunrise one may see;That which others call the dawningIs the night for you and me.Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
If this be all, for which I've listened long,Oh, spirit of the dew!You did not sing to Shelley such a songAs Shelley sung to you.Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
Yet, with this ruined Old World for a nest,Worm-eaten through and through,-Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt