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- # CHAPTER LVIII. Mardi By Night And Yillah By Day
## Overview
This chapter, titled "CHAPTER LVIII. Mardi By Night And Yillah By Day," is a distinct section within the larger work, *Mardi: And a Voyage Thither*. It was extracted from the file `mardi_vol1.txt` and is part of the "Melville Complete Works" collection. The chapter focuses on the narrator's nocturnal observations and reflections, contrasting the darkness of night with the dawn of a new day, symbolized by the character Yillah.
## Context
This chapter is situated within the narrative of Herman Melville's novel, [Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJA6157W2830190N652KA). It follows [CHAPTER LVII. Taji Takes Counsel With Himself](arke:01KG8AJT0EAFYRPBGF78JHK0AH) and precedes [CHAPTER LIX. Their Morning Meal](arke:01KG8AJTRAJ99GQ0CX231QKRQT). The text was extracted from the file [mardi_vol1.txt](arke:01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK), which is part of the comprehensive [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection.
## Contents
The chapter opens with the narrator venturing out into the starlit night after arriving in Odo. He describes the serene yet profound atmosphere of the Mardian fleet anchored in its coral harbor, the tranquil lagoon reflecting the stars, and the vast, dark ocean beyond. The narrator engages in philosophical contemplation, questioning his own identity and purpose under the gaze of the stars. The narrative then shifts to the coming of dawn, which is poetically likened to the awakening of the soul and the illuminating presence of Yillah, symbolizing hope and renewal. The text explores themes of introspection, the beauty of nature, and the cyclical nature of day and night, life and consciousness.
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- CHAPTER LVIII.
Mardi By Night And Yillah By Day
During the night following our arrival, many dreams were no doubt
dreamt in Odo. But my thoughts were wakeful. And while all others
slept, obeying a restless impulse, I stole without into the magical
starlight. There are those who in a strange land ever love to view it
by night.
It has been said, that the opening in the groves where was situated
Media’s city, was elevated above the surrounding plains. Hence was
commanded a broad reach of prospect.
Far and wide was deep low-sobbing repose of man and nature. The groves
were motionless; and in the meadows, like goblins, the shadows advanced
and retreated. Full before me, lay the Mardian fleet of isles,
profoundly at anchor within their coral harbor. Near by was one belted
round by a frothy luminous reef, wherein it lay, like Saturn in its
ring.
From all their summits, went up a milk-white smoke, as from Indian
wigwams in the hazy harvest-moon. And floating away, these vapors
blended with the faint mist, as of a cataract, hovering over the
circumvallating reef. Far beyond all, and far into the infinite night,
surged the jet-black ocean.
But how tranquil the wide lagoon, which mirrored the burning spots in
heaven! Deep down into its innermost heart penetrated the slanting rays
of Hesperus like a shaft of light, sunk far into mysterious Golcondas,
where myriad gnomes seemed toiling. Soon a light breeze rippled the
water, and the shaft was seen no more. But the moon’s bright wake was
still revealed: a silver track, tipping every wave-crest in its course,
till each seemed a pearly, scroll-prowed nautilus, buoyant with some
elfin crew.
From earth to heaven! High above me was Night’s shadowy bower,
traversed, vine-like, by the Milky Way, and heavy with golden
clusterings. Oh stars! oh eyes, that see me, wheresoe’er I roam:
serene, intent, inscrutable for aye, tell me Sybils, what I
am.—Wondrous worlds on worlds! Lo, round and round me, shining, awful
spells: all glorious, vivid constellations, God’s diadem ye are! To
you, ye stars, man owes his subtlest raptures, thoughts unspeakable,
yet full of faith.
But how your mild effulgence stings the boding heart. Am I a murderer,
stars?
Hours pass. The starry trance is departed. Long waited for, the dawn
now comes.
First, breaking along the waking face; peeping from out the languid
lids; then shining forth in longer glances; till, like the sun, up
comes the soul, and sheds its rays abroad.
When thus my Yillah did daily dawn, how she lit up my world; tinging
more rosily the roseate clouds, that in her summer cheek played to and
fro, like clouds in Italian air.
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