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She
said
that
she
would
dance
with
me
if
I
brought
her
red
roses
,
"
cried
the
young
Student
;
"
but
in
all
my
garden
there
is
no
red
rose
.
"
From
her
nest
in
the
holm-oak
tree
the
Nightingale
heard
him
,
and
she
looked
out
through
the
leaves
,
and
wondered
.
"
No
red
rose
in
all
my
garden
!
"
he
cried
,
and
his
beautiful
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
"
Ah
,
on
what
little
things
does
happiness
depend
!
I
have
read
all
that
the
wise
men
have
written
,
and
all
the
secrets
of
philosophy
are
mine
,
yet
for
want
of
a
red
rose
is
my
life
made
wretched
.
"
"
Here
at
last
is
a
true
lover
,
"
said
the
Nightingale
.
"
Night
after
night
have
I
sung
of
him
,
though
I
knew
him
not
:
night
after
night
have
I
told
his
story
to
the
stars
,
and
now
I
see
him
.
His
hair
is
dark
as
the
hyacinth-blossom
,
and
his
lips
are
red
as
the
rose
of
his
desire
;
but
passion
has
made
his
face
like
pale
ivory
,
and
sorrow
has
set
her
seal
upon
his
brow
.
"
"
The
Prince
gives
a
ball
to-morrow
night
,
"
murmured
the
young
Student
,
"
and
my
love
will
be
of
the
company
.
If
I
bring
her
a
red
rose
she
will
dance
with
me
till
dawn
.
If
I
bring
her
a
red
rose
,
I
shall
hold
her
in
my
arms
,
and
she
will
lean
her
head
upon
my
shoulder
,
and
her
hand
will
be
clasped
in
mine
.
But
there
is
no
red
rose
in
my
garden
,
so
I
shall
sit
lonely
,
and
she
will
pass
me
by
.
She
will
have
no
heed
of
me
,
and
my
heart
will
break
.
"
"
Here
indeed
is
the
true
lover
,
"
said
the
Nightingale
.
"
What
I
sing
of
,
he
suffers
:
what
is
joy
to
me
,
to
him
is
pain
.
Surely
Love
is
a
wonderful
thing
.
It
is
more
precious
than
emeralds
,
and
dearer
than
fine
opals
.
Pearls
and
pomegranates
can
not
buy
it
,
nor
is
it
set
forth
in
the
market-place
.
It
may
not
be
purchased
of
the
merchants
,
nor
can
it
be
weighed
out
in
the
balance
for
gold
.
"
"
The
musicians
will
sit
in
their
gallery
,
"
said
the
young
Student
,
"
and
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
.
