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……
The poor little swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the prince, he love him too well……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.
"Goodbye, 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 Egypt I am going,"said the Swallow,"I am going to the House of Death.Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken.The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two.It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.