Hans Andersen, Stories from Hans Andersen with illustrations by Edmund Dulac… (1910)
“ You will reach the hall where grows the Tree of Knowledge; I sleep beneath its fragrant drooping branches. You will bend over me and I must smile, but if you press a kiss upon my lips Paradise will sink deep down into the earth, and it will be lost to you. The sharp winds of the wilderness will whistle round you, the cold rain will drop from your hair. Sorrow and labour will be your lot.' 'I will remain here!' said the Prince. And the Eastwind kissed him on the mouth and said: 'Be strong, then we shall meet again in a hundred years. ”
