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12.8.09

Found..


FOUND.

ONCE through the forest
Alone I went;
To seek for nothing
My thoughts were bent.

I saw in 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.

Goethe..

painting`Philip Leslie hale`

4 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

So very lovely my dearest...did you make a good nap? How is the mouse of the house and the bear of the lair and the frog of the bog? Give them our best! Anita

Pres├ępio no Canal said...

Love the painting :) the colour of the lace, red, in he white dress, and the red flowers...so beautiful...

Rosie said...

What a lovely post - I like the poem and the pretty illustration:)

Barb said...

Hi Dutchess,
Oh, what a lovely poem and the accompanying painting is a perfect
compliment.
xox
Barb