Now the ruin fades back into nature like a cloud and peers ill-favouredly from lush green things. Great umbelbearing plants, blackthorns, and briars strive to bury each lower wall; hart's tongue ferns loll from the empty joint-holes; fungus lifts its livid cowls beneath.
The Farm of the Dagger, Chapter I (p. 5), Dodd, Mead & Co. 1904