Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt Poems
- After Wings This was your butterfly, you see, His fine wings...
- The Old Slave-Music -new- Blow back the breath of the bird, ...
- Hearing the Battle.—July 21, 1... -new- One day in the dreamy ...
- Giving Back the Flower -new- So, because you chose to follow me ...
- Counsel—In the South -new- My boy, not of your will nor mine ...
- Army of Occupation -new- At Arlington, 1866 The summer blew its ...
- Army of Occupation The summer blew its little drifts of ...
Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (August 11, 1836 – December 22, 1919) an American poet born in Lexington, Kentucky to Talbot Nelson Bryan and Mary Spiers. On June 18, 1861 she married John James Piatt, also a poet, as well as a federal employee, eventually serving as an American Consul in Ireland. During her career, she published some 450 poems across fifteen volumes and in leading periodicals of the ... more »
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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 warm again!'
O child, when things have learned to wear
Sings once, they must be fain
To keep them always high and fair:
Think of the creeping pain
Which even a butterfly must bear
To be a warm again!