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 bunga mawar, sepertiflush dalam menghadapi mempelai laki-laki ketika ia ciuman bibirPengantin. Tapi duri belum sampai hatinya, sehinggaRose jantung tetap putih, hanya sebuah bulbul hati-darahdapat crimson jantung mawar.Dan pohon berseru kepada sang burung Bulbul untuk menekan lebih dekat terhadapduri. "Tekan lebih dekat, sang burung Bulbul kecil," menangis pohon, "atauHari akan datang sebelum mawar selesai."Burung Bulbulpun dekat terhadap duri dan durimenyentuh hatinya, dan tiba-tiba sakit tubuhnya.Pahit, pahit sakitnya, dan semakin dan semakin tumbuh lagunya,karena ia menyanyikan cinta yang disempurnakan oleh kematian, tentang cintayang tidak mati dalam kubur.Dan mengagumkan mawar merah, mawar darilangit Timur. Crimson adalah bunganya kelopak, dan merah sebagaiRuby adalah jantung.Namun suara burung Bulbul tumbuh redup, dan kecilnya sayapmulai memukul, dan film datang atas matanya. Redup dan reduplagu yang ia nyanyikan, dan dia merasa sesuatu tersedak dia di tenggorokannya.Kemudian dia memberikan satu terakhir ledakan musik. Sang rembulan yang putih mendengarnya,dan ia lupa fajar, dan diam di langit. Mawar merahmendengar hal itu, dan gemetar seluruh dengan ekstasi, dan membuka nyakelopak untuk udara pagi yang dingin. Echo melahirkan itu untuk gua nya ungudi bukit-bukit, dan membangunkan gembala-gembala yang tidur dari mimpi mereka.Awad melalui alang-alang sungai, dan mereka membawa yangpesan ke laut."Lihat, melihat!" teriak pohon, "mawar selesai sekarang"; tetapiNightingale dilakukan ada jawaban, dia berdusta mati dalam panjangrumput, dengan duri di hatinya.Dan pada siang hari pelajar membuka jendelanya dan melihat keluar."Mengapa, apa sepotong indah keberuntungan!" sahutnya; "ini adalah merahnaik! Aku belum pernah melihat setiap rose seperti itu dalam hidup saya. Begituindah yang saya yakin memiliki lama Latin nama"; dan dia bersandarturun dan dipetik itu.Lalu ia kenakan topinya, dan berlari ke rumah sang profesor denganmawar di tangannya.Putri sang profesor sedang duduk di pintu yang berkelok-kelokSutra biru reel, dan anjing kecilnya berbaring diatas kakinya."Engkau berkata bahwa kau akan berdansa denganku jika saya membawa Anda merahMawar,"seru sang pelajar. "Inilah sekuntum mawar yang paling dalam semuadunia. Anda akan memakainya malam berikutnya hatimu, dan saat kita berdansabersama-sama itu akan memberitahu Anda betapa aku mencintaimu."Tetapi putri Profesor mengernyitkan keningnya."Aku takut itu tidak akan pergi dengan gaun saya," jawabnya; "dan,