"Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of
music by moon-light, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that
you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mighti-er than
Power, though he is mighty. Flame- coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His
lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense."