But 'twas no make-believe with you to-day,
Nor was the grass itself your real concern,
Though I found your hand full of wilted fern,
Steel-bright June-grass, and heads of clover.
Nor was the grass itself your real concern,
Though I found your hand full of wilted fern,
Steel-bright June-grass, and heads of clover.
Robert Frost - A Mountain Interval
