Some giant long had ceased to wield,
Lay with its edges sunk in sand and stone,
With ancient roots and grasses overgrown.”
The descent of the mystic spirit of the lake is thus pictured:
“Then noiselessly as moonshine falls
Adown the ocean’s crystal walls,
And with no stir or wave attended,
Slowly through the lake descended;
Till from her hidden form below
The waters took a golden glow,