The Students looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.

But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches.

“Sing me one last song,"he whispered;"I shall feel very lonely when you are gone."

So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.

When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.

"She has form,"he said to himself,as he walked away through the grove "that cannot be denied to her, but has she got feeling? I'm afraid not.

青年从草里抬头侧耳静听，但是他不懂夜莺对他所说的话，因他只晓得书上所讲的一切。

那橡树却是懂得，他觉得悲伤，因为他极爱怜那枝上结巢的小夜莺。

他轻声说道:“唱一首最后的歌给我听罢。你离去后，我要感到无限的寂寥了。”

于是，夜莺为橡树歌唱，她恋别的音调就像在银瓶里涌溢的水浪一般的清越。

她唱罢时，那青年站起身来，从衣袋里抽出一本日记簿和一支笔。他一面走出那树林，一面自语道:” 那夜莺的确有些姿态。这是人所不能否认的;但是她有感情么?我怕没有。