The Witch in the Glass

by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

“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, red mouth, to whisper low
The very thing I should not know!”

Alack for all your mother’s care!
A bird of the air,
A wistful wind, or (I suppose
Sent by some hapless boy) a rose
With breath too sweet, will whisper low
The very thing you should not know!

Last updated October 05, 2022