A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheWe don't get to know people when they come to us; we must go to them to find out what they are like.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe