One chill red leaf falling down- Many russet autumns gone; A lone ship with folded wings Lay sleeping off the lea: Silently she came by night, Folded wings of murky white, Weary with their lengthened flight; Way-worn nursling of the sea.
"Border and Bastille"
George A. Lawrence
She gives a pretty good swish at the face o' the harbour when the weather's rough from the south-east, and flies over on to the boats; but Bar lea Point yonder takes all the rough of it and shelters us like.
"Menhardoc"
George Manville Fenn
On the top of a mountain I stand, With a crown of red gold in my hand, Wild Moors come trooping over the lea O how from their fury shall I flee, flee, flee?
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow