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。〃

13

The　Happy　Prince　and　Other　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；　〃o