High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword hilt. One night there flew over the city a little swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind then he decided to go to Egypt too. all day long time 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 bed-room, 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. Then another drop fell. What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off? he said. I must looked for a good chimneny 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 he little swallow was filled with pity. Who are you? he said. I am the happy Prince. Way 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, where sorrow is not is not allowed to enter. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince and happy indeed I was. So I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see ugliness and all the misery of my city, and thought my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but remarks.