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The
eyes
of
the
Happy
Prince
were
filled
with
tears
,
and
tears
were
running
down
his
golden
cheeks
.
His
face
was
so
beautiful
in
the
moonlight
that
the
little
Swallow
was
filled
with
pity
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
the
Happy
Prince
.
"
"
Why
are
you
weeping
then
?
"
asked
the
Swallow
;
"
you
have
quite
drenched
me
.
"
"
When
I
was
alive
and
had
a
human
heart
,
"
answered
the
statue
,
"
I
did
not
know
what
tears
were
,
for
I
lived
in
the
Palace
of
Sans-Souci
,
where
sorrow
is
not
allowed
to
enter
.
In
the
daytime
I
played
with
my
companions
in
the
garden
,
and
in
the
evening
I
led
the
dance
in
the
Great
Hall
.
Round
the
garden
ran
a
very
lofty
wall
,
but
I
never
cared
to
ask
what
lay
beyond
it
,
everything
about
me
was
so
beautiful
.
My
courtiers
called
me
the
Happy
Prince
,
and
happy
indeed
I
was
,
if
pleasure
be
happiness
.
So
I
lived
,
and
so
I
died
.
And
now
that
I
am
dead
they
have
set
me
up
here
so
high
that
I
can
see
all
the
ugliness
and
all
the
misery
of
my
city
,
and
though
my
heart
is
made
of
lead
yet
I
can
not
choose
but
weep
.
"
"
What
!
is
he
not
solid
gold
?
"
said
the
Swallow
to
himself
.
He
was
too
polite
to
make
any
personal
remarks
out
loud
.
"
Far
away
,
"
continued
the
statue
in
a
low
musical
voice
,
"
far
away
in
a
little
street
there
is
a
poor
house
.
One
of
the
windows
is
open
,
and
through
it
I
can
see
a
woman
seated
at
a
table
.
Her
face
is
thin
and
worn
,
and
she
has
coarse
,
red
hands
,
all
pricked
by
the
needle
,
for
she
is
a
seamstress
.
She
is
embroidering
passion-flowers
on
a
satin
gown
for
the
loveliest
of
the
Queen
's
maids-of-honour
to
wear
at
the
next
Court-ball
.
In
a
bed
in
the
corner
of
the
room
her
little
boy
is
lying
ill
.
He
has
a
fever
,
and
is
asking
for
oranges
.
His
mother
has
nothing
to
give
him
but
river
water
,
so
he
is
crying
.
Swallow
,
Swallow
,
little
Swallow
,
will
you
not
bring
her
the
ruby
out
of
my
sword-hilt
?
My
feet
are
fastened
to
this
pedestal
and
I
can
not
move
.
"
"
I
am
waited
for
in
Egypt
,
"
said
the
Swallow
.
"
My
friends
are
flying
up
and
down
the
Nile
,
and
talking
to
the
large
lotus-flowers
.
Soon
they
will
go
to
sleep
in
the
tomb
of
the
great
King
.
The
King
is
there
himself
in
his
painted
coffin
.
He
is
wrapped
in
yellow
linen
,
and
embalmed
with
spices
.
Round
his
neck
is
a
chain
of
pale
green
jade
,
and
his
hands
are
like
withered
leaves
.
"
"
Swallow
,
Swallow
,
little
Swallow
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
"
will
you
not
stay
with
me
for
one
night
,
and
be
my
messenger
?
The
boy
is
so
thirsty
,
and
the
mother
so
sad
.
"
