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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
.
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
.
"
