"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 run in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with whole blossoms.
"The Selfish Giant" by OSCAR WILDE