Wilde, Oscar, 1854-1900, Robinson, Charles, ill · New York : Brentano's · leaf 56
wasfluttering about after a sunbeam. Why, indeed ? whispered a Daisy to hisneighbour, in a soft, low voice. He is weeping for a red rose, said theNightingale. For a red rose ? they cried ; how veryridiculous! and the little Lizard, who wassomething of a cynic, laughed outright. But the Nightingale… … THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE passed through the grove like a shadow, andlike a shadow she sailed across the garden. In the centre of the grass-plot was standinga beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it sheflew over to it, and lit upon a spray. Give me a red rose, she cried, and Iwill sing you my…
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