The Fir-Tree Fairy Book: Favorite Fairy Tales (1912)
“ None of his attendants had yet come back to him, for they thought he was dead, but the nightingale still sat singing.“You must always stay with me,” said the emperor, “and I will smash the imitation bird into a thousand pieces.”“Don’t do that,” said the nightingale. “It did the best it could. Keep it as before. As for me, I cannot build my nest and live in the palace. Let me come when I like, and I will sit on this bough in the evening and sing to you. I will sing to cheer you and to make you think. I will sing of those who are happy and of those who suffer. ”
