'She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses'

'but in all my garden there is no red rose' cried the young Student

from her nest in the holm-oak tree the nightingale heard him

and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered

'No red rose in all my garden!' he cried

and his beautiful eyes filled with tears

'On what little things does happiness depend!'

'I have read all that the wise men have written'

'all the secrets of philosophy are mine'

'yet for want of a red rose my life is made wretched'