Then Beltane arose and lifting high his axe, shook it against Garthlaxton's frowning might, where was neither glint of armour nor gleam of pike-head, and turning, hasted back to that dark and silent company which, at his word, rose up from brake and fern and thicket, and followed whither he led, a long line, soundless and phantom-like within a phantom world, where a grey mist swirled and drifted in the death-cold air of dawn.

My door opens; I am rambling under the spacious porticoes of the street of Po; a thousand charming phantoms dance before my eyes.

An unfrequented path I took, That led to a sequester'd nook That 'neath the moon's pale beams, Seemed like some spirit-haunted dell, Where those light, airy phantoms dwell, That visit us in dreams.

The phantom-host has faded quite, Splendor and Terror gone Portent or promiseand gives way To pale, meek Dawn; The coming, going, Alike in wonder showing Alike the God, Decreeing and commanding The million blades that glowed, The muster and disbanding Midnight and Morn.

" "Then he, I am to suppose, is your phantom-husband, for as long, at least, as your present dream lasts?" asked he, with white, compressed lips.

So vividly did his memory people the streets and shops and houses that the air was vibrant with sound,low-toned conversations, shouts, calls, laughter, the voices of children, the creaking of wagons, pounding hammers, the clangour of many works; yet all muffled away from him, as if coming from some phantom-land.

18 Here ended all the phantom-play; They smelt the fresh approach of day, And heard a cock to crow; The whirling wind that bore the crowd Has clapp'd the door, and whistled loud, To warn them all to go.

shall I henceforth be The dread and phantom-shape of those town-wasting ones?

She's the derelict you chartered north of Flores outward-bound, She's the iceberg that you sighted coming back, She's the salt-rimed Biscay trawler heeling home to Plymouth Sound, She's the phantom-ship that crossed the moon-beams' track; She's the rock where none should be In the Adriatic Sea, She's the wisp of fog that haunts the Skagerrack.

And when the scenes of life are faded From our dim eyes like phantom-things, When gentlest hearts with gloom are shaded, And cease to thrill at Fancy's strings, Thou, like the rainbow's form, When summer skies are dark, Shalt give thy light amid the storm, And guide the Wanderer's bark!

Fare-thee-well, Ione!"And more hollow Came the phantom-voice, then died away.

The world's great heart beats wild and high, With wealth of bliss and love untold While I with unblanch'd eye behold Its fading phantoms wane and die.

To wander back down time's dark stream, And from its margin pluck the flowers, To twine them with the moon's pale beams, Then fling them over Memory's bow'rs. To gather all the fragments up, The phantoms chase of other years; Their blighted joys, their withered hopes, Their clouds, their sunshine, and their tears.

It came from behind high walls and hung among the leaves of the trees, a phantom yodeling, the welcoming "you-you-you-you" of the women of Islam.