afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used
to go and play in the Giant's garden.
It was a large lovely garden,
with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful
flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in
the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and
pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the
trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their
games in order to listen to them. "How happy we are here!"
they cried to each other.
One day the Giant came back.
He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed
with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he
had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited,
and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived
he saw the children playing in the garden.
"What are you doing here?"
he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.
"My own garden is my own
garden," said the Giant; "any one can understand that,
and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself." So he
built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.
He was a very selfish Giant.
The poor children had now nowhere
to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very
dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They
used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over,
and talk about the beautiful garden inside. "How happy we
were there," they said to each other.
Then the Spring came, and all
over the country there were little blossoms and little birds.
Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter.
The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children,
and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put
its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board
it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the
ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were
pleased were the Snow and the Frost. "Spring has forgotten
this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all
the year round." The Snow covered up the grass with her
great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver.
Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came.
He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden,
and blew the chimney-pots down. "This is a delightful spot,"
he said, "we must ask the Hail on a visit." So the
Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of
the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran
round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed
in grey, and his breath was like ice.
"I cannot understand why
the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant,
as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden;
"I hope there will be a change in the weather."
But the Spring never came, nor
the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but
to the Giant's garden she gave none. "He is too selfish,"
she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind,
and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through
One morning the Giant was lying
awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet
to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing
by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window,
but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden
that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world.
Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind
ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the
open casement. "I believe the Spring has come at last,"
said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.
What did he see?
He saw a most wonderful sight.
Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in,
and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every
tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees
were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered
themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above
the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering
with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green
grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner
it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden,
and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he
could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering
all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite
covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and
roaring above it. "Climb up! little boy," said the
Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the
boy was too tiny.
And the Giant's heart melted
as he looked out. "How selfish I have been!" he said;
"now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put
that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will
knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground
for ever and ever." He was really very sorry for what he
So he crept downstairs and opened
the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But
when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all
ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little
boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did
not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and
took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And
the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang
on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung
them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children,
when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came
running back, and with them came the Spring. "It is your
garden now, little children," said the Giant, and he took
a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were
going to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing
with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever
All day long they played, and
in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.
"But where is your little
companion?" he said: "the boy I put into the tree."
The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.
"We don't know," answered
the children; "he has gone away."
"You must tell him to be
sure and come here tomorrow," said the Giant. But the children
said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen
him before; and the Giant felt very sad.
Every afternoon, when school
was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the
little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant
was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first
little friend, and often spoke of him. "How I would like
to see him!" he used to say.
Years went over, and the Giant
grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so
he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their
games, and admired his garden. "I have many beautiful flowers,"
he said; "but the children are the most beautiful flowers
One winter morning he looked
out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter
now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that
the flowers were resting.
Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in
wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous
sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite
covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden,
and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood
the little boy he had loved.
Downstairs ran the Giant in great
joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and
came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face
grew red with anger, and he said, "Who hath dared to wound
thee?" For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints
of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little
"Who hath dared to wound
thee?" cried the Giant; "tell me, that I may take my
big sword and slay him."
"Nay!" answered the
child; "but these are the wounds of Love."
"Who art thou?" said
the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before
the little child.
And the child smiled on the Giant,
and said to him, "You let me play once in your garden, today
you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise."
And when the children ran in
that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree,
all covered with white blossoms.
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