Found

Found


Once through the forest

Alone I went;
To seek for nothing
My thoughts were bent.
I saw i' the shadow
A flower stand there


As stars it glisten'd,
As eyes 'twas fair.
I sought to pluck it,-
It gently said:


'Shall I be gather'd
Only to fade?'
With all its roots
I dug it with care,


And took it home
To my garden fair.
In silent corner
Soon it was set;


There grows it ever,
There blooms it yet.