Louisa Stuart Costello,
The Spirit of Lake Pavin and Our Lady of Vassivière
“ When a gentle wind ruffles the face of this lake on which the bright sun is shining, a thousand little waves seem suddenly to rise from the gulf in the centre, whose angles sparkle and glitter like diamonds, and break on the shore over rounded masses of voleanic substance, in flashes of light that surround the whole basin with rays. Nothing can be more exquisite than the scene in a warm day of summer, when the rich bine of the sky is reflected in the waters, together with the lively green of the bending woods and the broad shadows of the frowning rock's piled along the banks. ”
