"He is weeping for a red rose,"said the Nightingale. “For a red rose?.”they cried,,“how very ridiculous!"and the little Lizard who was something of a cynic,laughed outright..Z☑ But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow,and sat silent in the Oak-tree,and thought about the mystery of love. (Part 4)Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight,and soared in to the air.(8 She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.9)
“He is weeping for a red rose,” said the Nightingale. “For a red rose?” they cried, “how very ridiculous!” and the little Lizard who was something of a cynic, laughed outright. (7) But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and sat silent in the Oak –tree, and thought about the mystery of love. (Part 4) Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared in to the air.(8) She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.（9）
In the centre of the grass-plot stood a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it."Give me a red rose," she cried,"and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the tree shook its head. “My roses are white,.”it answered,,“as white as the foam of the sea,and white than the snow upon the mountain.(10) But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial,and perhaps he will give you what you want." So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing Round the old sun-dial
In the centre of the grass-plot stood a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it. “Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and I will sing you my sweetest song.” But the tree shook its head. “My roses are white,” it answered, “as white as the foam of the sea, and white than the snow upon the mountain. （10） But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want.” So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing Round the old sun-dial
“Give me a red rose,”she cried,.“and I will sing you my sweetest song."But the Tree shook its head. “My roses are yellow,”it answered;“as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden,(and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow.But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window,and perhaps he will give you what you want..” (Part 5)So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window
“Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and I will sing you my sweetest song.” But the Tree shook its head. “My roses are yellow,” it answered; “as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden,（11） and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window, and perhaps he will give you what you want.” (Part 5) So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window
“Give me a red rose,.”she cried,“and I will sing you my sweetest song".But the Tree shook its head". “y roses are red,.”it answered,“as red as the feet of the dove,And redder than the great fans of coral.But the winter has chilled my veins,and the frost has nipped my buds,and the storm has broken my branches,and I shall have no roses at all this year.(12) “One red rose is all that I want,,”cried the Nightingale,“only one red rose!Is there no way by which I can get it?"(13
“Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and I will sing you my sweetest song”. But the Tree shook its head”. “My roses are red,” it answered, “as red as the feet of the dove, And redder than the great fans of coral. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year. (12) “One red rose is all that I want,” cried the Nightingale, “only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?”(13)
"There is a way,"answered the Tree "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you." Tell it to me,.”said the Nightingale,.“I am not afraid.”“If you want a red rose,"said the Tree,"you must build it out of music by moonlight,and stain it with your own heart's blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn.All night long you must sing to me,and the thorn must pierce your heart,and your life-blood must flow into veins, and become mine
“There is a way,” answered the Tree “but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you.” “Tell it to me,” said the Nightingale, “I am not afraid.” “If you want a red rose,” said the Tree, “you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into veins, and become mine