“Ah, God! what ruin lurked within his love.
He fled by night from that safe harbourage,
On foot, into the woods, and careless roamed
Through unknown ways, and couched with herds of deer
In brakes and bowery hollows, that the sound
Of their swift flight when wolves drew close at night,
Warned and awakened him; or he would creep
At evening to some lone sequestered farm,
Hid in a fold of hills, and win his food,
His place beside the fire, with merry songs