n th his

    scyt go to my brotudents

    .quot;

    So tingale fleo tree t was growing

    beneatudents window.

    quot;Give me a red rose,quot; s;and I est

    song.quot;

    But tree ss head.

    quot;My roses are red,quot; it ans;as red as t of the dove,

    and redder t fans of coral t he

    ocean-cavern.  But ter

    orm has broken my branches, and I

    s all t;

    quot;One red rose is all I ,quot; cried tingale, quot;only one red

    rose!  Is t it?quot;

    quot;t; ansree; quot;but it is so terrible t I

    dare not tell it to you.quot;

    quot;tell it to me,quot; said tingale, quot;I am not afraid.quot;

    quot;If you  a red rose,quot; said tree, quot;you must build it out of

    music by moonligain it s-blood.  You

    must sing to me  against a t long

    you must sing to me, and t pierce your , and your

    life-blood must floo my veins, and become mine.quot;

    quot;Deat price to pay for a red rose,quot; cried the

    Nig;and Life is very dear to all.  It is pleasant to sit

    in to c of gold, and

    t of pearl.  S is t of the

    are t he valley, and

    t blo Love is better than Life,

    and  of a bird compared to t of a man?quot;

    So s, and soared into the air.

    S over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she

    sailed the grove.

    tudent ill lying on t

    ears  yet dry in iful eyes.

    quot;Be ; cried tingale, quot;be happy; you