Aerial trees shot up from its surface; birds nested in its clefts; and strange vines roved abroad, overrunning the tops of the trees, lying thereon in coils and undulations, like anacondas basking in the light.

Beneath this rock, was a lofty wall of ponderous stones.

Between its crevices, peeps were had of a long and leafy arcade, quivering far away to where the sea rolled in the sun.

Lower down, these crevices gave an outlet to the waters of the brook, which, in a long cascade, poured over sloping green ledges near the foot of the wall, into a deep shady pool; whose rocky sides, by the perpetual eddying of the water, had been worn into a grotesque resemblance to a group of giants, with heads submerged, indolently reclining about the basin.
In this pool, Yillah would bathe.

And once, emerging, she heard the echoes of a voice, and called aloud.