A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands.
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is anymore than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owners name somewhere in the corners,that we may see and remark,
and say Whose?