Adown the vale, in lone, sequester'd nook, Where skirting woods Imbrown the dimpling brook, The ruin'd convent lies: here wont to dwell The lazy canon midst his cloister'd cell, While Papal darkness brooded o'er the land, Ere Reformation made her glorious stand: Still oft at eve belated shepherd swains See the cowl'd spectre skim the folded plains.
"The-Natural-History-of-Selborne"
White, Gilbert