The Selfish Giant

 By: Oscar Wilde

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Every 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.

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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 the trees.

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 had done.

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 seen.

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 to-morrow," 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 of all."

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 feet.

"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, to-day 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.