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- seek, still flies before; and I will follow, though she lead me beyond
the reef; through sunless seas; and into night and death. Her, will I
seek, through all the isles and stars; and find her, whate’er betide!”
Again they yielded; and again we glided on;—our storm-worn prows, now
pointed here, now there;—beckoned, repulsed;—their half-rent sails,
still courting every breeze.
But that same night, once more, they wrestled with me. Now, at last,
the hopeless search must be renounced: Yillah there was none: back must
I hie to blue Serenia.
Then sweet Yillah called me from the sea;—still must I on! but gazing
whence that music seemed to come, I thought I saw the green corse
drifting by: and striking ’gainst our prow, as if to hinder. Then,
then! my heart grew hard, like flint; and black, like night; and
sounded hollow to the hand I clenched. Hyenas filled me with their
laughs; death-damps chilled my brow; I prayed not, but blasphemed.
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