A FIND
FOR DOROTHEA
To-day I found a dainty bag
Beside my garden-bed
Of yellow cowslip petals sewn
With finest spider-thread.
Beside my garden-bed
Of yellow cowslip petals sewn
With finest spider-thread.
I opened it, and there within—
Of this say not a word—
A fan of smallest size and made
Of plumes of humming-bird.
Of this say not a word—
A fan of smallest size and made
Of plumes of humming-bird.
Claspt with a twinkling diamond
A smelling-bottle too
Carved from a single peridot
To hold one drop of dew.
A smelling-bottle too
Carved from a single peridot
To hold one drop of dew.
A handkerchief of cobweb lace
And in one corner set
The letter "T" in golden thread,
Above, a coronet.
And in one corner set
The letter "T" in golden thread,
Above, a coronet.
And think you not that she who lost
Such treasures must have been
Someone of highest rank—perhaps,
Titania the queen?
Such treasures must have been
Someone of highest rank—perhaps,
Titania the queen?