Читать книгу The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 01 - Коллектив авторов, Ю. Д. Земенков, Koostaja: Ajakiri New Scientist - Страница 23

  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.