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.