He flew into dark lanes , and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets . Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another 's arms to try and keep themselves warm . `` How hungry we are ! '' they said . `` You must not lie here , '' shouted the Watchman , 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 ; the living always think that gold can make them happy . '' Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off , till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey . Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor , and the children 's faces grew rosier , and they laughed and played games in the street . `` We have bread now ! '' they cried . Then the snow came , and after the snow came the frost . The streets looked as if they were made of silver , they were so bright and glistening ; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses , everybody went about in furs , and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice . The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder , but he would not leave the Prince , he loved him too well . He picked up crumbs outside the baker 's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings . But at last he knew that he was going to die . He had just strength to fly up to the Prince 's shoulder once more . `` Good-bye , dear Prince ! '' he murmured , `` will you let me kiss your hand ? '' `` I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last , little Swallow , '' said the Prince , `` you have stayed too long here ; but you must kiss me on the lips , for I love you . ''
`` It is not to XXXXX that I am going , '' said the Swallow .
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