"The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night," murmured the young student, "and my love will be there. Night after night I have told his story to the stars, and now I see him." "Night after night I have sung of him, though I didn't realize it. "Here at last is a true romantic," said the Nightingale. I've read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy, but my life is wretched because of a red rose." "It's amazing how happiness depends on such little things. "Not a single red rose anywhere!" he cried, and his eyes filled with tears. "But there's not one in this whole garden."įrom her nest in the oak tree, the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered. "She promised she'd dance with me if I brought her a red rose," cried a young heart-broken student.
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