Herman Melville

“ Take heed! short time hast thou to pause; through me, perhaps, thy Yillah may be found."
"Away! away! tempt me not by that, enchantress! Hautia! I know thee not; I fear thee not; but instinct makes me hate thee. Away! my eyes are frozen shut; I will not be tempted more."
"How glorious it burns!" cried Media. I reel with incense:—can such sweets be evil?"
"Look! look!" cried Yoomy, "its petals wane, and creep; one moment more, and the night-flower shuts up forever the last, last hope of Yillah!"
"Yillah! Yillah! Yillah!" bayed three vengeful voices far behind.
"Yillah! Yillah!—dash the urn! ”