'Here, indeed, the true lover,' said the Nightingale.'What I sing of, he suffers:what is joy to me, to him is pain.'
'The musicians will sit in their gallery,' said the young Student, 'and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin.' He buried his face in his hands,and wept.
'Why is he weeping?'asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.
'Why, indeed?' whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.
The Nightingale said that he was weeping for a red rose.
'For a red rose?'they cried; 'How very ridiculous!' and the little Lizard laughed outright.
But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the Oak-tree and thought about the mystery of Love.
Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
The Nightingale and The Rose
Relat curtThis story is written by Oscar Wilde. At some point in our life, we realise that nature soothes us and shares our pains. Does nature help us when we are in trouble or in need? Read a story about how nature helps man in times of need.. So, like many...
