FROM THE GERMAN OF HELMINE VON CHEZY, GEB. VON KLENKE.
Deep in a dell, 'neath woodland shade,
The green and tender moss was spread,
A carpet velvet-soft.
Small to the eye indeed, yet still
Its tree-like form was wonderful —
Branch, bough and leafy tuft.
The low moss saw the wood's green pride,
The blushing rose ; " Such pomp," it sighed,
" Heaven hath refused me quite.
Here many a light foot treadeth free,
But not an eye doth look on me —
All turn them to the light ! "