All day long he flew， and at night-time he arrived at the city. “Where shall I put up？” he said； “I hope the town has made preparations.”
Then he saw the statue on the tall column. “I will put up there，” he cried； “it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.” So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
“I have a golden bedroom.” he said softly to himself as he looked round， and he prepared to go to sleep； but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. “What a curious thing！” he cried； “there is not a single cloud in the sky， the stars are quite clear and bright， and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain， but that was merely her selfishness.”
Then another drop fell.
“What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off ？” he said. “I must look for a good chimney-pot，” and he determined to fly away.
But before he had opened his wings a third drop fell， and he looked up， and saw–Ah！ What did he see？
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 cannot 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 rubyout of my sword hilt？ My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot 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.”
“I don’t think I like boys，” answered the Swallow. “Last summer， when I was staying on the river， there were two rude boys， the miller’s sons， Who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me， of course； we swallows fly far too well for that， and， besides， I come of a family famous for its agility； but still， it was a mark of disrespect.”
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. “It is very cold here，” he said； “but I will stay with you for one night， and be your messenger.”
“Thank you， little Swallow，” said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince’s sword， and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
He passed by the cathedral tower， where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. “How wonderful the stars are，” he said to her， “and how wonderful is the power of love！” “I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State ball，” she answered； “I have ordered passion flowers to be embroidered on it； but the seamstresses are so lazy.”
He passed over the river， and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto， and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other， and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he cameto the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed， and the mother had fallen asleep， she was so tired. In he hopped， and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman’s thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed， fanning the boy’s forehead with his wings. “How cool I feel，” said the boy， “I must be getting better，” and he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince， and told him what he had done. “It is curious，” he remarked， “but I feel quite warm now， although it is so cold.”
“That is because you have done a good action，” said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think， and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.
When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. “What a remarkable phenomenon，” said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. “A swallow in winter！” And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it， it was full of so many words that they could not understand .
“Tonight I go to Egypt，” said the Swallow， and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments， and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went Sparrows chirruped， and said to each other， “What a distinguished stranger！” So he enjoyed himself very much.
