THERE was once a Prince whose palace lay in the midst of a wonderful
garden. From gate to gate was a day's journey, where spring, summer, and
autumn stayed captive; for warm streams flowed, bordering its ways,
through marble conduits, and warm winds, driven by brazen fans, blew
over it out of great furnaces that were kept alive through the cold of
winter. And day by day, when no sun shone in heaven, a ball of golden
fire rose from the palace roof and passed down to the west, sustained
invisibly in mid-air, and giving light and warmth to the flowers below.
And after it by night went a lamp of silver flame, that changed its
quarters as the moon changes hers in heaven, and threw a silver light
over the lawns and the flowered avenues.
All these things were that the Prince might have delight and beauty ever
around him. To his eyes summer was perpetual, without end, and nothing
died save to give out new life on the morrow. So through many morrows he
lived, and trod the beautiful soft ways devised for him by cunning
hands, and did not know that there was winter, or cold, or hunger to be
borne in the world, for he never crossed the threshold of his enchanted
garden, but stayed lapped in the luxury of its bright colours and soft
airs.
One day he was standing by a bed of large white bell-lilies. Their great
bowls were full of water, and inside among the yellow stamens gold fish
went darting to and fro. While he watched he saw, mirrored in the water,
the breast of a green bird flying towards the trees of the garden.
It had come from a far country surely, for its shape and colour were
strange to him; and the most curious thing of all was that it carried
its nest in its beak.
Its flight came keen as a sword's edge through those bowery spaces, till
its wings closed with a shock that sent the golden fruit tumbling from
the branches where it had lodged: and through the whole garden went a
crashing sound as of soft thunder.
The Prince waited long, hoping to hear the bird sing, but it hid itself
silently among the thickest of the leaves, and never moved or uttered a
sound. He went back to the palace a little sorry not to have heard the
green bird sing; "But, at least," he said to himself, "I shall hear it
to-morrow."
That night he dreamed that something came and tapped at his heart; and
that his heart tapped back saying, "Go away, for if I let you in there
will be sorrow!"
In the morning on the window-sill he saw a green feather lying; but as
he opened the window a puff of wind lifted it, and carried it high up
into the air and out of sight.
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All that day the Prince saw nothing of the Green Bird, nor heard a note
of its singing. "Strange," thought he to himself, "I have never heard
its song; yet I know quite well somehow that it sings most beautifully."
At dusk, when the lilies began to close their globes around the gold
fish and the yellow stamens, he went back to the palace, and before long
to bed, and slept.
Once more he heard in dreams someone come tapping at his heart, and this
time his heart said, "Who is there?" Then a voice answered back, "The
Green Bird"; but his heart said, "Go away, for if I let you in there
will be sorrow!"
Now it had been foretold of the Prince at his birth that if he ever knew
sorrow, his wealth, and his estate, and his power would all go from him.
Therefore from his childhood he had been shut up in a beautiful palace
with miles and miles of enchanted gardens, so that sorrow might not get
near him; and it was said that if ever sorrow came to him the palace and
the enchanted gardens would suddenly fall into ruin and disappear, and
he would be left standing alone to beg his way through the world.
Therefore it was for this that his heart said in his dream, "Go away,
for if I let you in there will be sorrow!"
In the morning a green feather lay on the window-sill; but as he opened
the window the wind took it up and carried it away.
So the next night, as soon as his attendants were gone, the Prince got
up softly and opening the window called "Green Bird!"
Then all at once he felt something warm against his heart, and suddenly
his heart began to ache: and there was the green bird with its wings
spread gently about him, keeping time ever so softly to the beating of
his heart.
Then the Prince said, "Beautiful Green Bird, what have you brought me?"
and the Green Bird answered, "I have brought you dreams out of a
far-off country of things you never saw; if you will come and sleep in
my nest you shall dream them."
So the Prince went out by the window and along the balcony, and so away
into the garden and up into the heart of the great tree where the Green
Bird had its nest. There he lay down, and the Green Bird spread its
wings over him, and he fell fast asleep.
Now as he slept he dreamed that the Green Bird put in his hand three
grains of seed saying, "Take these and keep them till you come to the
right place to sow them in. And so soon as one is sown, go on till you
come to the place where the next must be sown, following the signs which
I shall tell you of. Now the first you must not sow till you find
yourself in a white country, where the trees and the grass are white."
(And the Prince said in his heart, "Where can I find that?") "And the
second one you must not sow till you see a thing like a tortoise put out
a small white hand." ("And where," said the Prince, "can I meet with
that wonder?") "And when you have seen the second sprout up through the
ground, go on till you come again to a land you had lost and the place
where you first knew sorrow." ("And what is sorrow?" said the Prince to
his heart.) "Then when you have sown the third seed and watched it
sprout you will know perfect happiness, and will be able to hear the
song which I sing."
Then the Green Bird lifted its wings and flew away through the night;
and out of the darkness came three notes that filled the Prince with
wonderful delight.
But afterwards, when they ceased, came sorrow.
Now, when the Prince woke he was in his own bed; and he rose much
puzzled by the dream which had seemed so true. Then there came to him
one of his pages who said, "There was a strange bird flying over the
palace about dawn, and a watchman on the high tower shot it; so I have
brought it for you to see." And as he spoke, the page showed him the
Green Bird lying dead between his hands.
The Prince took it without a word, and kissed it before them all,
afterwards burying it where the white lilies full of gold fishes grew,
wherein he had first seen the image of its green breast fly. And as he
stood sorrowing, the garden faded before his eyes, and a cold wind blew;
and the palace which had its foundations on happiness crumbled away into
ruin; and heaven came down kissing the earth and making it white.
He opened his hand and found in it three grains of seed, and then he
knew that some of his dream was really coming to pass. For he saw the
whole world was turning white before his eyes, all the trees and the
grass; therefore he sowed the first grain of seed over the little grave
that he had made, and set out over hill and dale to fulfil the dream
that the Green Bird had given him. "But the Green Bird I shall see no
more!" he said, and wept.
For a year he went on through a waste and desolate country, meeting no
man, nor discovering any sign. Till one day as he was coming down a
mountain he saw at the bottom a hut with a round roof like a great
tortoise; and when he got quite near, out of the door came a small white
hand, palm upward, feeling to know if it rained. All at once he
remembered the word of the Green Bird, and as he dropped the second seed
into the ground it seemed to him that he heard again the three notes of
its song.
A young girl looked out of the hut; "What do you want?" she said when
she saw the Prince. He saw her eyes, how blue and smiling they were, and
it seemed as if he had dreamed of them once. "Let me stay here for a
little," he said, "and rest." "If you will rest one day and work the
next, you may," she answered. So he rested that day, and the next he
worked at her bidding in a small patch of ground that was before the
hut.
When the day was over and he had returned to the hut for the night, he
looked again at the young girl, and seeing how beautiful she was, said,
"Why are you here all alone, with no one to protect you?" And she
answered, "I have come from my own country, which is very far away, in
search of a beautiful Green Bird which while it was mine I loved
greatly, and which one day flew away promising to return. When you came,
something made me think the bird was with you, but perhaps to-morrow it
will return." At that the Prince sighed in his heart, for he knew that
the bird was dead. Then also she told him how in her own country she had
been a Princess; so now she from whom the Green Bird had flown, and he
to whom it had come, were living there together like beggars in a hut.
For a whole year he toiled and waited, hoping for the second seed to
sprout; and at last one day, just where he had planted it, he saw a
little spring rising out of the ground. When the Princess saw it, she
clapped her hands, "Oh," she cried, "it is the sign I have waited for!
If we follow it, it will take us to the Green Bird." But the Prince
sighed, for in his heart he knew that the Green Bird was dead.
Yet he let her take his hand, and they two went on following the course
of the spring till they came to a wild desolate place full of ruins; and
as soon as they came to it the spring disappeared into the ground.
Then the Prince began to look about him, and saw that he was standing
once more in the land that he had lost, above the very spot in the
enchanted garden where he had buried the Green Bird and sorrowed over
it. Then he stooped down, and set the last grain of seed into the
ground; and as he did so, surely from below the soil came the three
sweet notes of a song! Then all at once the earth opened and out of it
grew a tree, tall and green and waving, and out of the midst of the tree
flew the Green Bird with its nest in its beak.
The sun was setting; in the east rose a full red moon: grey mists
climbed out of the grass. The Bird sang and sang and sang; every note
had the splendour of palace-walls and towers, and gardens, and falling
fountains. The Princess ran fast and let herself be caught in the
Prince's arms while she listened.
Many times they hung together and kissed, and all the time the Bird sang
on.
"I see the palace walls grow," said the Princess. "They are high as the
hills, and the garden covers the valleys: and the sun and the moon
lighten it." And, in truth, round them a new palace had grown, and the
Green Bird was building his nest in the roof.