William Morris,
The Story of Sigurd the Volsung
“ But dark-red and worn and ancient as the midmost mountain-sides Is the wall that goeth about them; and its mighty compass hides Full many a dwelling of man whence the reek now goeth aloft, And the voice of the house-abiders, the sharp sounds blent with the soft: But one house in the midst is unhidden and high up o'er the wall it goes ”
