midnight
It was no tune nor melody , it was just formless , boundless music . The boy forgot himself and all the world besides . All his darkness was sudden light ; dazzled he crept forward , bewildered , fascinated , until with one last wild whirl the elf-girl paused . The crimson light fell full upon the warm and velvet bronze of her face -- her midnight eyes were aglow , her full purple lips apart , her half hid bosom panting , and all the music dead . Involuntarily the boy gave a gasping cry and awoke to swamp and night and fire , while a white face , drawn , red-eyed , peered outward from some hidden throng within the cabin . `` Who 's that ? '' a harsh voice cried .