Lo, in my walks where wicked elves have been,
The learning of the parish now is seen—
From fiends and imps he sets the village free,
There haunts not any incubus but he:
The maids and women need no danger fear
To walk by night and sanctity so near.
Scott, in Rokeby, has the following lines:—
For like the bat of Indian brakes,
Her pinions fan the wound she makes,
And soothing thus the dreamer’s pains,