“Willyoucomeawaywithme?” hesaidfinallytoher; buttheReedshookherhead, shewassoattachedtoherhome.“Youhavebeentriflingwithme,” hecried.“-bye!” , andatnight-timehearrivedatthecity.“WhereshallIputup?” hesaid;“Ihopethetownhasmadepreparations.”
Thenhesawthestatueonthetallcolumn.“Iwillputupthere,” hecried;“itisafineposition, withplentyoffreshair.” SohealightedjustbetweenthefeetoftheHappyPrince.“Ihaveagoldenbedroom,” hesaidsoftlytohimselfashelookedround, andhepreparedtogotosleep; butjustashewasputtinghisheadunderhiswingalargedropofwaterfellonhim.“Whatacuriousthing!” hecried;“thereisnotasinglecloudinthesky, thestarsarequiteclearandbright, , butthatwasmerelyherselfishness.”
Thenanotherdropfell.“Whatistheuseofastatueifitcannotkeeptherainoff?” hesaid;“Imustlookforagoodchimney-pot,” , athirddropfell, andhelookedup, andsaw— Ah! whatdidhesee?
TheeyesoftheHappyPrincewerefilledwithtears,.“Whoareyou?” hesaid.“IamtheHappyPrince.”
“Whyareyouweepingthen?” askedtheSwallow;“youhavequitedrenchedme.”
“WhenIwasaliveandhadahumanheart,” answeredthestatue,“Ididnotknowwhattearswere, forIlivedinthePalaceofSans-Souci, , , butInevercaredtoaskwhatlaybeyondit, , andhappyindeedIwas, , , andthoughmyheartismadeofleadyetIcannotchoosebutweep.”
