THE WITCH IN THE GLASS

“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!” Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt.