"The Happy Prince"

Chapter 2:

"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 SansSouci,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 passionflowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-honor 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 cannot move."