And a delicate flush of pink came i

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 come 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 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,

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Dan flush halus merah muda datang ke daun mawar, seperti
flush di wajah mempelai laki-laki ketika ia mencium bibir
mempelai wanita. Tapi duri itu belum mencapai hatinya, sehingga
hati mawar tetap putih, hanya heart's-darah Nightingale
dapat memerahkan hati mawar.
Dan Pohon menangis ke Nightingale untuk menekan lebih dekat terhadap
duri. "Tekan lebih dekat, sedikit Nightingale," teriak Tree, "atau
Hari akan datang sebelum mawar selesai. "
Jadi Nightingale ditekan lebih dekat terhadap duri, dan duri
menyentuh hatinya, dan pang sengit sakit ditembak melalui nya .
Pahit, pahit adalah rasa sakit, dan liar dan liar tumbuh lagunya,
karena ia menyanyikan Cinta yang disempurnakan oleh Kematian, dari Cinta
yang meninggal tidak di dalam kubur.
Dan mawar yang luar biasa menjadi merah, seperti mawar dari
langit timur. Crimson adalah korset kelopak, dan merah sebagai
ruby itu hati.
Tapi suara Nightingale tumbuh redup, dan sayap kecilnya
mulai mengalahkan, dan film datang matanya. Redup dan redup
tumbuh lagunya, dan dia merasakan sesuatu tersedak dia di tenggorokannya.
Lalu dia memberi satu ledakan terakhir musik. Putih Bulan mendengarnya,
dan dia lupa fajar, dan berlama-lama di dalam langit. Mawar merah
mendengarnya, dan gemetar seluruh dengan ekstasi, dan membuka nya
kelopak ke udara pagi yang dingin. Echo menanggung ke gua ungunya
di bukit, dan terbangun para gembala tidur dari mimpi mereka.
Ini melayang melalui buluh sungai, dan mereka membawa yang
pesan ke laut.
"Lihat, lihat!" teriak Tree, "mawar selesai sekarang"; tapi
Nightingale tidak menjawab, karena ia sedang berbaring mati di panjang
rumput, dengan duri dalam hatinya.
Dan pada siang hari Mahasiswa membuka jendela dan melihat ke luar.
"Kenapa, apa sepotong indah keberuntungan!" dia menangis; "Di sini adalah merah
! naik saya belum pernah melihat naik seperti itu dalam hidup saya Hal ini begitu.
indah yang saya yakin ia memiliki nama latin yang panjang "; dan ia membungkuk
ke bawah dan memetik itu.
Lalu ia mengenakan topi, dan berlari ke rumah Profesor dengan
mawar di tangannya.
Putri Profesor sedang duduk di pintu berliku
sutra biru pada reel, dan anjing kecilnya berbaring di kakinya.
"Anda mengatakan bahwa Anda akan menari dengan saya jika saya membawa Anda merah
naik, "teriak mahasiswa itu. "Berikut adalah paling merah terbit di semua
dunia. Anda akan memakainya untuk malam berikutnya hatimu, dan seperti yang kita menari
bersama-sama itu akan memberitahu Anda bagaimana aku mencintaimu. "
Tapi gadis itu mengerutkan kening.
"Saya takut tidak akan pergi dengan gaun saya, "jawabnya; "Dan,