A Parable – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately, 

And bore it homewards, musing greatly; 

When, heated by my hand, I found 

The heads all drooping tow’rd the ground. 

I plac’d them in a well-cool’d glass, 

And what a wonder came to pass 

The heads soon raised themselves once more. 

The stalks were blooming as before, 

And all were in as good a case 

As when they left their native place. 

So felt I, when I wond’ring heard 

My song to foreign tongues transferr’d.