marvellous rose, petal folloal, as song followed song.

    Pale , at first, as t t he river - pale

    as t of the dawn.

    As the shadow of a

    rose in a er-pool, so  blossomed on topmost

    spray of tree.

    But tree cried to tingale to press closer against the

    t;Press closer, little Nig; cried tree, quot;or the

    Day ;

    So tingale pressed closer against thorn, and louder and

    louder grew he

    soul of a man and a maid.

    And a delicate fluso the rose, like

    the lips of

    t t yet reac, so the

    roses  remained we, for only a Nigs-blood

    can crimson t of a rose.

    And tree cried to tingale to press closer against the

    t;Press closer, little Nig; cried tree, quot;or the

    Day ;

    So tingale pressed closer against thorn

    touc, and a fierce pang of pain s through her.

    Bitter, bitter he pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song,

    for s is perfected by Deathe Love

    t dies not in tomb.

    And the

    eastern sky.  Crimson als, and crimson as a

    ruby .

    But tingales voice greer, and tle wings

    began to beat, and a film came over er and fainter

    gre.

    t burst of music.  te Moon ,

    and s the red rose

    , and it trembled all over asy, and opened its

    petals to t to her purple cavern

    in their dreams.

    It floated ts

    message to the sea.

    quot;Look, look!quot; cried tree, quot;t;; but the