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.

In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.

“Give me a red rose,"'she cried,' and I will sing you my sweetest song.”But the Tree shook its head.

“My roses are white,"it answered;"as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."'

So the Nightingale few 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.

忽然，她张起棕色的双翼，冲天地飞去。她穿过那树林如同影子一般，如同影子一般的，她飞出了花园。

草地当中站着一株艳美的玫瑰树，她看见那树，向前飞去落在一枝枝头上。

她叫道:“ 给我一朵鲜红玫瑰 ，我为你唱我最婉转的歌。”可是那树摇头。

“我的玫瑰是白的，”那树回答她，“白如海涛的泡沫，白过山巅上的积雪。请你到古日晷旁找我兄弟，或者他能应你所求。”

于是，夜莺飞到日晷旁边那丛玫瑰上。

她又叫道:“给我一朵鲜红玫瑰，我为你唱最醉人的歌。”