So peered, with airy head, below, above
The castle at its toils, the lapwings love
To glean among at grape time.
And this is the same place from the second book:
And thus he wandered, dumb
Till evening, when he paused, thoroughly spent
On a blind hill-top: down the gorge he went,
Yielding himself up as to an embrace.
The moon came out; like features of a face,
A querulous fraternity of pines,