With the small portion by his sister left
He roved about as one of peace bereft;
And by the body’s movements hoped to find
A kind of wearied stillness in the mind, 520
And sooner bring it to a sleepy state,
As rocking infants will their pains abate.
Thus careless, lost, unheeding where he went,
Nine weary years the wandering lover spent.
His sole employment, all that could amuse,
Was his companions on the road to choose;