trees and to the Shadows, "Were not these offerings?"
And the Shadows and the cypresses bowed weirdly in mysterious reply. But the Wind asked, To Whom? And the Shadows kept silence with the cypresses.
Then the Wind entered like a ghost into the crannies of the white sepulchres, and whispered in the darkness, and coming forth shuddered and mourned.
And the Shadows shuddered also; and the cypresses sighed in the night.
"It is a mystery," sobbed the Wind, "and passeth my understanding. Wherefore these offerings to those who dwell in the darkness where even dreams are dead?"
But the trees and the Shadows answered not and the hollow tombs uttered no voice.
Then came a Wind out of the South,murmuring to the orange groves, and lifting the long tresses of the palms with the breath of his wings, and bearing back to the ancient place of tombs the souls of a thousand flowers. And the Wind of the South whispered to the souls of the flowers, "Answer, little spirits, answer my mourning brother."
