Yillah A Phantom For a time we were happy in Odo: Yillah and I in our islet.

Nor did the pearl on her bosom glow more rosily than the roses in her cheeks; though at intervals they waned and departed; and deadly pale was her glance, when she murmured of the whirlpool and mosses.

As pale my soul, bethinking me of Aleema the priest.
But day by day, did her spell weave round me its magic, and all the hidden things of her being grew more lovely and strange.

Did I commune with a spirit?
Often I thought that Paradise had overtaken me on earth, and that Yillah was verily an angel, and hence the mysteries that hallowed her.
But how fleeting our joys.

Storms follow bright dawnings .-- Long memories of short-lived scenes, sad thoughts of joyous hours--how common are ye to all mankind.