“OneredroseisallIwant,” criedtheNightingale, “onlyoneredrose! IstherenowaybywhichIcangetit?”
“Thereisaway,” answeredtheTree; “butitissoterriblethatIdarenottellittoyou.”
“Tellittome,” saidtheNightingale, “Iamnotafraid.”
“Ifyouwantaredrose,” saidtheTree, “youmustbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight, andstainitwithyourownheart’, andthethornmustpierceyourheart, andyourlife-bloodmustflowintomyveins, andbecomemine.”
“Deathisagreatpricetopayforaredrose,” criedtheNightingale, “, andtowatchtheSuninhischariotofgold, , andsweetarethebluebellsthathideinthevalley, , andwhatistheheartofabirdcomparedtotheheartofaman?”
Soshespreadherbrownwingsforflight, , , whereshehadlefthim, andthetearswerenotyetdryinhisbeautifuleyes.“Behappy,” criedtheNightingale, “behappy; , andstainitwithmyownheart’, forLoveiswiserthanPhilosophy, thoughsheiswise, andmightierthanPower, -colouredarehiswings, , andhisbreathislikefrankincense.”
TheStudentlookedupfromthegrass, andlistened, buthecouldnotunderstandwhattheNightingalewassayingtohim, -treeunderstood, andfeltsad, forhewasveryfondofthelittleNightingalewhohadbuilthernestinhisbranches.“Singmeonelastsong,” hewhispered; “Ishallfeelverylonelywhenyouaregone.”
