I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately, <br />And bore it homewards, musing greatly; <br />When, heated by my hand, I found <br />The heads all drooping tow'rd the ground. <br />I plac'd them in a well-cool'd glass, <br />And what a wonder came to pass <br />The heads soon raised themselves once more. <br />The stalks were blooming as before, <br />And all were in as good a case <br />As when they left their native place. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />So felt I, when I wond'ring heard <br />My song to foreign tongues transferr'd.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-parable/
