第3部分(第2/7 页)

　Tales

So　the　Nightingale　flew　over　to　the　Rose…tree　that　was　growing　round

the　old　sun…dial。

〃Give　me　a　red　rose；〃　she　cried；　〃and　I　will　sing　you　my　sweetest

song。〃

But　the　Tree　shook　its　head。

〃My　roses　are　yellow；〃　it　answered；　〃as　yellow　as　the　hair　of　the

mermaiden　who　sits　upon　an　amber　throne；　and　yellower　than　the　daffodil

that　blooms　in　the　meadow　before　the　mower　es　with　his　scythe。　But

go　to　my　brother　who　grows　beneath　the　Student's　window；　and　perhaps　he

will　give　you　what　you　want。〃

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　veins；　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　away；〃　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。〃

〃If　you　want　a　red　rose；〃　said　the　Tree；　〃you　must　build　it　out　of　music

by　moonlight；　and　stain　it　with　your　own　heart's…blood。　You　must　sing　to

me　with　your　breast　against　a　thorn。　All　night　long　you　must　sing　to　me；

and　the　thorn　must　pierce　your　heart；　and　your　life…blood　must　flow　into

my　veins；　and　bee　mine。〃

〃Deat