MakingSenseOfLiteratureBook1
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When day came the swallow flew down to the river and had a bath a man saw him
What a curious thing. He said a swallow in winter. That is very unusual. I must make a note of it
I'll go to Egypt tonight thought the swallow
And he felt very happy as he flew over all the great buildings in the town
When the moon rose he flew back to the happy prince
Is there anything you want me to do for you in Egypt? He said I'm just starting to fly there
Swallow swallow little swallow said the prince
Won't you stay with me for one more night?
My friends are waiting for me in Egypt and said the swallow
Swallow swallow little swallow said the prince
Far away across the city. I see a young man sitting in a little room at the top of a house
He is sitting at a table covered with papers
At his side there are some dead flowers
His hair is brown and he has large dreamy eyes
He is trying to finish the story that he is writing, but he is too cold to write anymore
There is no fire in the room and he is weak with hunger
I'll wait with you for one more night said the swallow
Who was really very kind?
Shall I take another red jaw to him? I?
Have no other red jewel said the prince my eyes are all that I have left
They are beautiful blue stones brought from India a thousand years ago
Take one of them to him
He will sell it to the jeweler and buy wood for his fire and food and finish his story
Take out your eye dear prince said the swallow. I can't do that and he began to weep
Swallow swallow little swallow said the prince do as I order you
So the swallow took out the prince's eye and flew away to the room where the young man lived at the top of the house
It was easy to get in because there was a hole in the roof
The young man was sitting with his head in his hands, so he did not hear the bird's wings
When he looked up he found a beautiful blue jewel lying on the dead flowers
Someone likes my stories. He cried
This has come from someone who's read my books and thinks them good now. I can finish writing my story
He looked quite happy on the next day the swallow flew down to the river and watched the semen
Pulling big boxes and bags out of the ships with ropes. They shouted to each other as each one came up
I'm going to Egypt cried the swallow, but no one listened to him
When the moon came up he flew back to the happy prince. I have come to say goodbye to you. He said
Swallow swallow little swallow said the prince won't you stay one more night with me?
It's winter answered the swallow. It's getting very cold and snow will come
In Egypt the Sun is warm and the trees are green
Dear prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you a
Little girl is standing there in the square below
She is selling boxes of matches
She has let her matches fall in the water and they are all spoiled
Her father will beat her if she doesn't take some money home and she is crying
Take out my other eye and give it to her and her father won't beat her
I'll stay with you for one more night said the swallow, but I can't take out your other eye
You would be quite blind then you wouldn't be able to see
Swallow swallow little swallow said the prince do as I order you
So he took out the prince's other eye and flew down with it
He flew past the match girl and put the jewel in her hand. What a beautiful piece of glass
Cried the little girl and she ran home laughing
Then the swallow flew back to the prince
You are blind now he said so I'll stay with you always
Said the swallow and he slept at the prince's feet
All the next day he stayed with the prince and he told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands
Dear little swallow said the prince you tell me about strange and wonderful things
But the suffering of men and women is stranger than anything
Fly over my city little swallow and tell me what you see there
So the swallow flew over the great city and saw the rich eating and drinking in their beautiful houses
While the beggars were sitting at the gate
He flew into the dark lanes and saw the white faces of hungry children looking out with sad eyes at the black streets
Two little boys were lying under a bridge in each other's arms to try and keep themselves warm
How hungry we are they said
You mustn't lie here shouted the watchmen and they wandered out into the rain
Then he flew back and told the prince what he had seen I am covered with fine gold said the prince
You must take it off leaf by leaf and give it to my poor people
The swallow pulled off leaf after leaf till the happy prince looked dim and gray
He took leaf after leaf to the poor and the children's faces became brighter and they played games in the street
We have bread now. They cried
Then the snow came and ice came after the snow
The streets looked as if they were made of silver ice hung down from the roofs of the houses
Everyone went about in thick coats
The poor little swallow became colder and colder, but he would not leave the prince
He loved him too much to leave him
At last he knew that he was going to die
Goodbye dear prince. He said
Will you let me kiss you? I'm glad that you are going to Egypt at last at the prince
You have stayed here too long kiss me because I love you
I'm not going to Egypt said the swallow. I'm going to the house of death
He kissed the happy prince and fell down dead at his feet
Just then there was a curious sound inside the statue a crack as if something had broken
The leaden heart had broken in two pieces
Early next morning the head man of the city was walking below with two of his friends
He looked up at the statue
The happy prince doesn't look very bright. He said the red stone has fallen out of his sword
His eyes are gone and he isn't golden now. He looks more like a beggar
Yes, more like a beggar than a prince said the friends
Here's a dead bird at his feet said the head man of the city
We must make an order that birds must not be allowed to die here
So they pulled down the statue of the happy prince and they put him in the fire and melted it and a stream of bright red liquid metal
Ran out
What a strange thing said the workmen this broken piece of lead won't melt we must throw it away
So they threw it on the waist where the dead swallow was also lying
God said to one of his servants
Bring me the two best things the things worth more than anything else in the city
They brought to him the leaden heart and the dead bird
Yes, you have brought the right things God said
This little bird shall sing forever in the garden of heaven and the happy prince shall be in my city of
gold
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