wind blew on his forehead, and at last his senses returned.
“What have I done?” said he; “I have sinned like Adam; I have sinned, and Paradise has sunk from my sight!”
He opened his eyes; the distant star, the star that twinkled like the sunken Paradise, he could see still: it was the Morning-star shining in the sky.
He rose and found himself in the great wood, near the Cave of the Winds. The Mother of the Winds sat by his side; she looked displeased, and lifted her arm on high.
“Already, the first evening!” said she; “I thought as much; yes, if you were my son, by my faith, I would punish you, you should march into the sack.”
“In he shall go; punishment will come!” said a strong old man with a scythe in his hand, and with large black wings!” He shall be laid in the coffin, but not now; I have marked him, but I will leave him yet a little while to wander on the earth, to repent his sins; he may improve, he may
