I am afraid not . In fact , she is like most artists ; she is all style , without any sincerity . She would not sacrifice herself for others . She thinks merely of music , and everybody knows that the arts are selfish . Still , it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice . What a pity it is that they do not mean anything , or do any practical good . '' And he went into his room , and lay down on his little pallet-bed , and began to think of his love ; and , after a time , he fell asleep . And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree , and set her breast against the thorn . All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn , and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened . All night long she sang , and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast , and her life-blood ebbed away from her . She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl . And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose , petal following petal , as song followed song . Pale was it , at first , as the mist that hangs over the river -- pale as the feet of the morning , and silver as the wings of the dawn . As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver , as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool , so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree . But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn . `` Press closer , little Nightingale , '' cried the Tree , `` or the Day will come before the rose is finished . '' So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn , and louder and louder grew her song , for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid . And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose , like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride . But the thorn had not yet reached her heart , so the rose 's heart remained white , for only a Nightingale 's heart 's - blood can crimson the heart of a rose . And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn .
`` Press closer , little Nightingale , '' XXXXX the Tree , `` or the Day will come before the rose is finished . ''
am blossomed come cried lay listened mean reached remained sang