`` Swallow , Swallow , little Swallow , '' said the Prince , `` will you not stay with me one night longer ? '' `` I am waited for in Egypt , '' answered the Swallow . `` To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract . The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes , and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon . All night long he watches the stars , and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy , and then he is silent . At noon the yellow lions come down to the water 's edge to drink . They have eyes like green beryls , and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract . `` Swallow , Swallow , little Swallow , '' said the Prince , `` far away across the city I see a young man in a garret . He is leaning over a desk covered with papers , and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets . His hair is brown and crisp , and his lips are red as a pomegranate , and he has large and dreamy eyes . He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre , but he is too cold to write any more . There is no fire in the grate , and hunger has made him faint . '' `` I will wait with you one night longer , '' said the Swallow , who really had a good heart . `` Shall I take him another ruby ? '' `` Alas ! I have no ruby now , '' said the Prince ; `` my eyes are all that I have left . They are made of rare sapphires , which were brought out of India a thousand years ago . Pluck out one of them and take it to him . He will sell it to the jeweller , and buy food and firewood , and finish his play . '' `` Dear Prince , '' said the Swallow , `` I can not do that '' ; and he began to weep .
`` Swallow , Swallow , little Swallow , '' said the XXXXX , `` do as I command you . ''
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