“May all thy plants grow verdant once again,
And gently sway about upon the breeze,
May they receive fresh brightness from the rain,
And waft sweet perfume human hearts to please!”
Then did the Nightingale write a letter unto the Rose who collected all the Flowers and caused it to be read in their presence.
They took the letter to the Rose’s Court,
Where Hazrevart, her minister austere,
Stood on his feet with stately mien and port
And read it out for all the flowers to hear:—
“I greet thee, O beloved of my heart,