O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  The Waste Land, pt.4,'Death by Water'.

In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.

-Swinburne, Algernon Charles
  Poems and Ballads (2nd edn),'A Forsaken Garden'.