Skip to content

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

— Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

Another quote →

More quotes by 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 song
As Shelley sung to you.

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.

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

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)

All Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt quotes →

Attribution

Quote text and notes from Wikiquote: Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0. Source quality and labels are our own summary of what Wikiquote records.