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.
A Word With a Skylark, lines 1-4.
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
Other suns will shine as golden,Other skies be just as blue;Other south winds blow as softly,Gently drinking up the dew.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
Yet, with this ruined Old World for a nest,Worm-eaten through and through,-Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt