Found
~Goethe
Off in the forest,
Any old way,
Nothing in mind but
mosey and stray-
Saw there a blossom
Hid amid plants,
Lovely as starlight,
Bright as a glance.
Reckoned to pick it,
Heard a small cry:
"I'm to be broken
Only to die?"
Stooping I dug it
Rootlets and all-
I've a fine cottage,
Fine garden-wall;
Planted it back there,
Half in the sun.
Look at her prosper
-Blossomy one!
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