About midway in the short vista which my dreamy vision took in, one small circular island, profusely verdured, reposed upon the bosom of the stream.

So blended bank and shadow there

That each seemed pendulous in air —­ so mirror-like was the glassy water, that it was scarcely possible to say at what point upon the slope of the emerald turf its crystal dominion began.

My position enabled me to include in a single view both the eastern and western extremities of the islet; and I observed a singularly-marked difference in their aspects.  The latter was all one radiant harem of garden beauties.  It glowed and blushed beneath the eyes of the slant sunlight, and fairly laughed with flowers.  The grass was short, springy, sweet-scented, and Asphodel-interspersed.  The trees were lithe, mirthful, erect —­ bright, slender, and graceful, —­ of eastern figure and foliage, with bark smooth, glossy, and parti-colored.  There seemed a deep sense of life and joy about all; and although no airs blew from out the heavens, yet every thing had motion through the gentle sweepings to and fro of innumerable butterflies, that might have been mistaken for tulips with wings. {*4}

The other or eastern end of the isle was whelmed in the blackest shade.  A sombre, yet beautiful and peaceful gloom here pervaded all things.  The trees were dark in color, and mournful in form and attitude, wreathing themselves into sad, solemn, and spectral shapes that conveyed ideas of mortal sorrow and untimely death.  The grass wore the deep tint of the cypress, and the heads of its blades hung droopingly, and hither and thither among it were many small unsightly hillocks, low and narrow, and not very long, that had the aspect of graves, but were not; although over and all about them the rue and the rosemary clambered.  The shade of the trees fell heavily upon the water, and seemed to bury itself therein, impregnating the depths of the element with darkness.  I fancied that each shadow, as the sun descended lower and lower, separated itself sullenly from the trunk that gave it birth, and thus became absorbed by the stream; while other shadows issued momently from the trees, taking the place of their predecessors thus entombed.

This idea, having once seized upon my fancy, greatly excited it, and I lost myself forthwith in revery.  “If ever island were enchanted,” said I to myself, “this is it.  This is the haunt of the few gentle Fays who remain from the wreck of the race.  Are these green tombs theirs? —­ or do they yield up their sweet lives as mankind yield up their own?  In dying, do they not rather waste away mournfully, rendering unto God, little by little, their existence, as these trees render up shadow after shadow, exhausting their substance unto dissolution?  What the wasting tree is to the water that imbibes its shade, growing thus blacker by what it preys upon, may not the life of the Fay be to the death which engulfs it?”