"Where now is the Little Brother of the Trees—him of the long thoughts and the brief shadow?"
"He thought that he alone of earthly things was immortal."
"Our people, the Evergreens, were thrust forth on the earth a million ages before he appeared; and we are still here, a million ages since he left, leaving not a trace of himself behind."
"The most fragile moss was born before he was born; and the moss outlasted him."
"The frailest fern was not so perishable."
"Yet he believed he should have eternal youth."
"That his race would return to some Power who had sent it forth."
"That he was ever being borne onward to some far-off, divine event, where there was justice."
"Yes, where there was justice."
"Of old it was their custom to heap white flowers above their dead."