Poems (Scudder)/A Find
A FIND
FOR DOROTHEA
To-day I found a dainty bag Beside my garden-bedOf 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.
Claspt with a twinkling diamond A smelling-bottle tooCarved from a single peridot To hold one drop of dew.
A handkerchief of cobweb lace And in one corner setThe letter "T" in golden thread, Above, a coronet.
And think you not that she who lost Such treasures must have beenSomeone of highest rank—perhaps, Titania the queen?