John Keats,
The Eve of St. Mark
“ Bertha was a maiden fair Dwelling in the old Minster Square; From her fireside she could see Sidelong its rich antiquity, Far as the bishop's garden wall, Where sycamores and elm trees tall, Full leav'd, the forest had outstript, By no sharp north wind ever nipt, So shelter'd by the mighty pile. Bertha arose and read awhile, With forehead 'gainst the window pane ”
