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.