My own loss, which I had forgotten as I spoke, now made me turn away, while choking grief impeded my speech. I threw open the window, and looked on the cold, waning, ghastly, misshaped circle on high, and the chill white earth beneath⁠—did the spirit of sweet Idris sail along the moon-frozen crystal air?⁠—No, no, a more genial atmosphere, a lovelier habitation was surely hers!