the midnight sun
By a terrible impression she was pursued , the thought of a fresh slab which might soon , perhaps , be placed there , with another name which she did not even dare to think of in such a spot . She felt cold , and remained seated on the granite bench , her head reclining against the stone wall . * * * * * ... `` near the Norden-Fjord , In the storm of the 4th and 5th of August , At the age of 23 years , _ Requiescat in pace _ ! '' Then Iceland loomed up before her , with its little cemetery lighted up from below the sea-line by the midnight sun . Suddenly in the same empty space on the wall , with horrifying clearness she saw the fresh slab she was thinking of ; a clear white one , with a skull and cross-bones , and in a flash of foresight , a name -- the worshipped name of `` Yann Gaos ! '' Then she suddenly and fearfully drew herself up straight and stiff , with a hoarse , wild cry in her throat like a mad creature . Outside the gray mist of the dawn fell over the land , and the dead leaves were again blown dancingly into the porch .