Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

CHAPTER XXIII.

VASHTI.

To wonder sadly, did I say? No: a new influence began to act upon my
life, and sadness, for a certain space, was held at bay. Conceive a
dell, deep-hollowed in forest secresy; it lies in dimness and mist:
its turf is dank, its herbage pale and humid. A storm or an axe makes
a wide gap amongst the oak-trees; the breeze sweeps in; the sun looks
down; the sad, cold dell becomes a deep cup of lustre; high summer
pours her blue glory and her golden light out of that beauteous sky,
which till now the starved hollow never saw.