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 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; 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.
-OSCAR Wilde
YOU ARE READING
Just A Normal Book (JANB)
Fiksi Umumthese are just a normal stories and Quotes by some legend credit to the rightful author
