he sat himself certainly upon another rose, and rubbed his shin-bone in amorous mood - that is the sign of love with grasshoppers. The rose he sat on did not understand it, but the rose with the distinction did, for the grasshopper looked at her with eyes which said, 'I could eat you up out of sheer love!' and no farther can love ever go; then the one is absorbed by the other! But the rose would not be absorbed by the jumper. The nightingale sang in the clear starry night.