| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (18851977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
| |
| John Kendrick Bangs. 1862 |
| |
| 27. The Little Elf |
| |
| I MET a little Elf-man, once, | |
| Down where the lilies blow. | |
| I asked him why he was so small, | |
| And why he didn't grow. | |
| |
| He slightly frowned, and with his eye | 5 |
| He looked me through and through. | |
| "I'm quite as big for me," said he, | |
| "As you are big for you." | |
|
|