Volume 2, Chapter 32: The Waking

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​⁠When Franz returned to himself, he seemed still to be in a dream. He thought himself in a sepulchre, into which a ray of sunlight in pity scarcely penetrated. He stretched forth his hand, and touched stone; he rose to his seat, and found himself lying on his bournous in a bed of dry heather, very soft and odoriferous. The vision had fled; and as if the statues had been but shadows from the tomb, t