So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn,and louder and louder grew her song,for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.(24) And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose,like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride.But the thorn had not yet reached her heart so the rose's heart remained white. Part 9)And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn."Press closer,little Nightingale,”cried the Tree,.“or the Day will come before the rose is finished
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.（24） And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart so the rose’s heart remained white. (Part 9) And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. “Press closer, little Nightingale,” cried the Tree, “or the Day will come before the rose is finished
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn,and the thorn touched her heart,and a fierce pang pain shot through her.Bitter,bitter was the pain,and wilder and wilder grew her song,for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death,of the Love that dies not in the tomb.(25) And the marvelous rose became crimson,like the rose of the eastern sky.Crimson was the girdle of petals,and crimson as ruby was the heart. But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter and a film came over her eyes.Fainter and fainter grew her song
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.(25) And the marvelous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as ruby was the heart. But the Nightingale’s voice grew fainter and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song
and she felt something choking her in her throat. Then she gave one last burst of music.The white Moon heard it,and she forgot the dawn,and lingered on in the sky. The Red Rose heard it,and trembled all over with ecstasy and opened its petals in the cold morning air.(26) Part1O)“Look,look!”cried the Tree,“the rose is finished now;"but the Nightingale made no answer,foe she was lying dead in the long grass with the thorn in her heart.(27) And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out
and she felt something choking her in her throat. Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The Red Rose heard it, and trembled all over with ecstasy and opened its petals in the cold morning air.(26) (Part 10) “Look, look!” cried the Tree, “the rose is finished now;” but the Nightingale made no answer, foe she was lying dead in the long grass with the thorn in her heart.（27） And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out
“Why,what a wonderful piece of luck!”he cried;“here is a red rose.I have never seen any rose like it in all my life.28 It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name."And he leaned down and plucked it. Then he put on his hat,and ran up to the Professor's daughter with the rose in his hand. "You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose,"cried the Student."Here is the reddest rose in all the world.You will wear it tonight next your heart,and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you
“Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!” he cried; “here is a red rose. I have never seen any rose like it in all my life.(28) It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name.” And he leaned down and plucked it. Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s daughter with the rose in his hand. “You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose,” cried the Student. “Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you
But the girl frowned. “I am afraid it will not go with my dress,”she answered;;(29） "and besides,the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels,and everybody knows that jewels cost more than flowers.” "Well,upon my word,you are very ungrateful,"said the Student angrily;30)and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter,and a cartwheel went over it. "What a silly thing Love is!"said the Student as he walked away
But the girl frowned. “I am afraid it will not go with my dress,” she answered; (29) “and besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost more than flowers.” “Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful,” said the Student angrily;(30) and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cartwheel went over it. “What a silly thing Love is!” said the Student as he walked away