"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."