Andersen's Fairy Tales HTML version
And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the garden; he
beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft; he thought of his
first youth in the wood, of the merry Christmas-eve, and of the little Mice who had listened
with so much pleasure to the story of Humpy-Dumpy.
"'Tis over--'tis past!" said the poor Tree. "Had I but rejoiced when I had reason to do so!
But now 'tis past, 'tis past!"
And the gardener's boy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there was a whole heap lying
there. The wood flamed up splendidly under the large brewing copper, and it sighed so
deeply! Each sigh was like a shot.
The boys played about in the court, and the youngest wore the gold star on his breast which
the Tree had had on the happiest evening of his life. However, that was over now--the Tree
gone, the story at an end. All, all was over--every tale must end at last.