“She said that she would dance with me if 1 brought her red roses,"cried the young Student;"but in all my garden there is no red rose."

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

“No red rose in all my garden!"he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears."Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."

“Here at last is a true lover,"said the Nightingale.

“Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.'

“她说我若为她采得红玫瑰，便与我跳舞。”青年学生哭着说，“但我全园里何曾有一朵红玫瑰?

夜莺在橡树上巢中听见，从叶丛里望外看，心中诧异。

青年哭道:“我园中并没有红玫瑰! ”他秀眼里满含着泪珠。“呀!幸福倒靠着这些区区小东西!古圣贤书我已读完，哲学的玄秘我已彻悟，然而因为求一朵红玫瑰不得，我的生活便这样难堪。”

夜莺叹道:“真情人竟在这里。以前我虽不曾认识，我却夜夜地歌唱他:我夜夜将他的一桩桩事告诉星辰， 如今我见着他了。他的头发黑如风信子花，嘴唇红比他所切盼的玫瑰，但是挚情已使他脸色憔悴，烦恼已在他眉端引着痕迹。

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