The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill，with grass and some leaves slanting as if by a breeze.

Beyond and above spread an expanse of sky，dark blue as at twilight: rising into the sky was a woman"s shape to the bust，portrayed in tints as dusk and soft as I could bine. The dim forehead was crowned with a star; the lineaments below were seen as through the suffusion of vapour; the eyes shone dark and wild; the hair streamed shadowy，like a beamless cloud torn by storm or by electric travail.

On the neck lay a pale reflection like moonlight; the same faint lustre touched the train of thin clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the Evening Star.

The third showed the pinnacle of an iceberg piercing a polar winter sky: a muster of northern lights reared their dim lances，close serried，along the horizon. Throwing these into distance，rose，in the foreground，a head,- a colossal head，inclined towards the iceberg，and resting against it. Two thin hands，joined under the forehead，and supporting it，drew up before the lower features a sable veil; a brow quite bloodless，white as bone，and an eye hollow and fixed，blank of meaning but for the glassiness of despair，alone were visible. Above the temples，amidst wreathed turban folds of black drapery，vague in its character and consistency as cloud，gleamed a ring of white flame，gemmed with sparkles of a more lurid tinge.

This pale crescent was "the likeness of a kingly crown"; what it diademed was "the shape which shape had none."