Found

 A quite lovely Sping-themed poem by Goethe came through my 

Facebook feed. Asked Copilot for a translation:

                                                               

Found 

I wandered alone 

Through the forest deep, 

With no thought of searching— 

That was my creed.

In the shadows I saw 

A flower so bright, 

Like stars it shimmered, 

Like eyes so light.

I wished to pluck it, 

But it softly said:

 "Shall I be broken, 

Only to fade?"

So I dug it up 

With roots so fine, 

Carried it home 

To a garden divine.

And there I planted it 

In a quiet place; 

Now it spreads its branches

 And blooms with grace.

                                                            Johann Wolfgang von Goethe(1749 -1832)