ABSTRACT

In the shadowy distance there rose up a pale white cloud from the depths of forest gloom; a bevelled dome of snow lay glistening above two cupolas of pearl; while four mysterious sentinels of marble kept silent watch around some unreal, fantastic shrine of fanciful imagining and exquisite imagery. Nothing was formed: nothing de nite. All was but half portrayed — wholly unportrayable. e music of the tree-beetles fell upon the ear as the distant chorused chanting of ten thousand crickets, and the moonbeams chased each other from spire to dome, from dome to cupola.