|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Sarah Morgan Bryant Piatt. (1836 ?)|
| 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.|
| 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.|