then she gave one last
burst of music. the white moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and
lingered on in the sky. the red rose heard it, and it trembled all
over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. echo
bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping
shepherds from their dreams. it floated through the reeds of the
river, and they carried its message to the sea.