The lines in the poem 'Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out' that say her name are: 'Sylvy, Sylvy!' called the busy old grandmother, but nobody answered, and the small husk bed was empty and Sylvia had disappeared.
'Sylvy, Sylvy!' called the busy old grandmother
but nobody answered
and the small husk bed was empty and Sylvia had disappear