Found (GOETHE)

Found (GOETHE)

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.


Written in 1815.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



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