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.