I roamed the woodland, A lonely man, To look for nothing Had been my plan. I saw a flower Deep in the plants. It gleamed like starlight Glowed like a glance, I moved to pluck it When its sweet lilt Said: "will you pluck me To see me wilt?" So up I dug it With roots and all And brought it home to The garden wall Planted it back there Half in the shade. Now it'll blossom And never fade!