They had been conversing about the magnificent old ruin, and the ages in which it had been built, and the vicissitudesof time and war, that had battered down its walls, and left it "tenantless, save to the Crannying wind."
"Hyperion"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And there they stand, as stands a lofty mind, Worn, but unstooping to the baser crowd, All tenantless, save to the Crannying wind, Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
"The Automobilist Abroad"
M. F. (Milburg Francisco) Mansfield