And long and hopelessly we sought in vain:
'Till, chancing on that[203] lofty ridge to pass
A heap of ruin—almost without walls
And wholly without roof (the bleached remains
Of a small chapel, where, in ancient time,
The peasants of these lonely valleys used
To meet for worship on that central height)—
We there espied the object of our search,[204]
Lying full three parts buried among tufts
Of heath-plant, under and above him strewn,