More blest the life of godly Eremite,
    Such as on lonely Athos may be seen,
    Watching at Eve upon the giant height,
    That looks o'er waves so blue, skies so serene,
    That he who there at such an hour hath been
    Will wistful linger on that hallow'd spot;
    Then slowly tear him from the 'witching scene,
    Sigh forth one wish that such had been his lot,
 Then turn to hate a world he had almost forgot.

Lord Byron, Childe Harolde, Canto II, Stanza XXVII