散文：夜莺与玫瑰Part 4

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So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window.

  "Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."

  But the Tree shook its head. "My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins¹, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year."

  "One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?"

  "There is a way," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you."

  "Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."

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