Herman Melville

“ For oh, Yillah; were you not the earthly semblance of that sweet vision, that haunted my earliest thoughts?
At first she had wildly believed, that the nameless affinities between us, were owing to our having in times gone by dwelt together in the same ethereal region. But thoughts like these were fast dying out. Yet not without many strange scrutinies. More intently than ever she gazed into my eyes; rested her ear against my heart, and listened to its beatings. ”

“ Many visions I had of the green corse of the priest, outstretching its arms in the water, to receive pale Yillah, as she sunk in the sea.
But these forebodings departed, no happiness in the universe like ours. We lived and we loved; life and love were united; in gladness glided our days. ”

“ Yet as our intimacy grew closer and closer, these fancies seemed to be losing their hold. And often she questioned me concerning my own reminiscences of her shadowy isle. And cautiously I sought to produce the impression, that whatever I had said of that clime, had been revealed to me in dreams ”