Is this our Paradise? Where are its walls,
And they who guard them?
Lucifer.Point me out the site
Of Paradise.
Cain.How should I? As we move
Like sunbeams onward, it grows small and smaller,
And as it waxes little, and then less,
Gathers a halo round it, like the light
Which shone the roundest of the stars, when I
Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise: