play upon their stringed instruments； and my love will dance to the sound
of the harp and the violin。 She will dance so lightly that her feet will not
touch the floor； and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her。
But with me she will not dance； for I have no red rose to give her〃； and he
flung himself down on the grass； and buried his face in his hands； and
wept。
〃Why is he weeping？〃 asked a little Green Lizard； as he ran past him
with his tail in the air。
〃Why； indeed？〃 said a Butterfly； who was fluttering about after a
sunbeam。
〃Why； indeed？〃 whispered a Daisy to his neighbour； in a soft； low
voice。
〃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。
But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow； and
she sat silent in the oak…tree； and thought about the mystery of Love。
Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight； and soared into the air。
She passed through the grove like a shadow； and like a shadow she sailed
across the garden。
In the centre of the grass…plot was standing a beautiful Rose…tree； and
when she saw it she flew over to it； and lit upon a spray。
〃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 whiter than the snow upon the mountain。 But go to my brother who
grows round the old sun…dial； and perhaps he will give you what you
want。〃
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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 who sits upon an amber throne； and yellower than the daffodil
that blooms in the meadow before the mower es with his scythe。 But
go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window； and perhaps he
will give you what you want。〃
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 red；〃 it answered； 〃as red as the feet of the dove； and
redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean…cavern。
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。〃
〃One red rose is all I want；〃 cried the Nightingale； 〃only one red rose！
Is there no way by which I can get it？〃
〃There is away；〃 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
my veins； and bee mine。〃
〃Death is a great price to pay for a red rose；〃 cried the Nightingale；
〃and Life is very dear to all。 It is pleasant to sit in the green wood； and to
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watch the Sun in his chariot of gold； and the Moon in her chariot of pearl。
Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn； and sweet are the bluebells that hide in
the valley； and the heather that blows on the hill。 Yet Love is better than
Life； and what is the heart of a bird pared to the heart of a man？〃
So she spread her brown wings for flight； and soared into the air。 She
swept over the garden like a shadow； and like a shadow she sailed through
the grove。
The young Student was still lying on the grass； where she had left him；
and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes。
〃Be happy；〃 cried the Nightingale； 〃be happy； you shall have your red
rose。 I will build it out of music by moonlight； and stain it with my own
heart's…blood。 All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true
lover； for Love is wiser than Philosophy； though she is wise； and mightier
than Power； though he is mighty。 Flame… coloured are his wings； and
coloured like flame is his body。 His lips are sweet as honey； and his
breath is like frankincense。〃
The Student looked up from the grass； and listened； but he could not
understand what the Nightingale was saying to him； for he only knew the
things that are written down in books。
But the Oak…tree understood； and felt sad； for he was very fond of the
little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches。
〃Sing me one last song；〃 he whispered； 〃I shall feel very lonely when
you are gone。〃
So the Nightingale sang to the Oak…tree； and her voice was like water
bubbling from a silver jar。
When she had finished her song the Student got up； and pulled a note…
book and a lead…pencil out of his pocket。
〃She has form；〃 he said to himself； as he walked away through the
grove … 〃that cannot be denied to her； but has she got feeling？ I am afraid
not。 In fact； she is like most artists； she is all style； without any sincerity。
She would not sacrifice herself for others。 She thinks merely of music；
and everybody knows that the arts are selfish。 Still； it must be admitted
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that she has some beautiful notes in her voice。 What a pity it is that they
do not mean anything； or do any practical good。〃 And he went into his
room； and lay down on his little pallet…bed； and began to think of his love；
and； after a time； he fell asleep。
And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the
Rose…tree； and set her breast against the thorn。 All night long she sang
with her breast against the thorn； and the cold crystal Moon leaned down
and listened。 All night long she sang； and the thorn went deeper and
deeper into her breast； and her life…blood ebbed away from her。
She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl。 And
on the top…most spray of the Rose…tree there blossomed a marvellous rose；
petal following petal； as song followed song。 Pale was it； at first； as the
mist that hangs over the river … pale as the feet of the morning； and silver
as the wings of the dawn。 As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver； as
the shadow of a rose in a water…pool； so was the rose that blossomed on
the topmost spray of the Tree。
But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn。
〃Press closer； little Nightingale；〃 cried the Tree； 〃or the Day will e
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。
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； for only a Nightingale's heart's…blood can crimson the heart of a
rose。
And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn。
〃Press closer； little Nightingale；〃 cried the Tree； 〃or the Day will e
before the rose is finished。〃
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn； and the thorn
touched her heart； and a fierce pang of pain shot through her。 Bitter； bitter
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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。
And the marvellous rose became crimson； like the rose of the eastern
sky。 Crimson was the girdle of petals； and crimson as a ruby was the
heart。
But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter； and her little wings began to
beat； 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 it trembled all over with ecstasy； and opened its petals to the cold
morning air。 Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills； and woke the
sleeping shepherds from their dreams。 It floated through the reeds of the
river； and they carried its message to the sea。
〃Look； look！〃 cried the Tree； 〃the rose is finished now〃； but the
Nightingale made no answer； for she was lying dead in the long grass；
with the thorn in her heart。
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。 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 house with the
rose in his hand。
The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue
silk on a reel； and her little dog was lying at her feet。
〃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 to…night 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； 〃and； besides；
the Chamberlain's nephew has sent me some real jewels； and everybody
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knows that jewels cost far more than flowers。〃
〃Well； upon my word； you are very ungrateful；〃 said the Student
angrily； and he threw the rose into the street； where it fell into the gutter；
and a cart…wheel went over it。
〃Ungrateful！〃 said the girl。 〃I tell you what； you are very rude； and；
after all； who are you？ Only a Student。 Why； I don't believe you have
even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain's nephew has〃；
and she got up from her chair and went into the house。
〃What I a silly thing Love is；〃 said the Student as he walked away。 〃It
is not half as useful as Logic； for it does not prove anything； and it is
always telling one of things that are not going to happen； and making one
believe things that are not true。 In fact； it is quite unpractical； and； as in
this age to be practical is everything； I shall go back to Philosophy and
study Metaphysics。〃
So he returned to his room and