夜莺与玫瑰
shall have your
red rose. I out of music by moonligain it
s-blood. All t I ask of you in return is t
you rue lover, for Love is hough
sier ty. Flame-
coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. his
lips are s as ;
tudent looked up from tened, but he could
not understand ingale o him, for he only
kne are ten down in books.
But tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of
ttle Nig in his branches.
quot;Sing me one last song,quot; ;I shall feel very lonely
w;
So tingale sang to tree, and her voice was like
er bubbling from a silver jar.
udent got up, and pulled a
note-book and a lead-pencil out of .
quot;S; o he
grove - quot;t cannot be denied to feeling? I
am afraid not. In fact, s artists; she is all
style, any sincerity. S sacrifice herself for
ot the
arts are selfisill, it must be admitted t she has some
beautiful notes in a pity it is t t
mean anytical good.quot; And into his
room, and lay dole pallet-bed, and began to think of
er a time, he fell asleep.
And o the
Rose-tree, and set against t long
s against tal
Moon leaned doened. All nighe
t deeper and deeper into , and her life-blood
ebbed away from her.
S of t of a boy and a
girl. And on top-most spray of tree there blossomed a