But whence we know not—it was never sought;
Their wandering mother left them, left her name, 30
And the boys throve and valiant men became:
Handsome, of more than common size, and tall,
And, no one’s kindred, seem’d beloved of all;
All seem’d alliance by their deeds to prove,
And loved the youths who could not claim their love.
One was call’d James, the more sedate and grave,
The other Robert—names their neighbours gave;
They both were brave, but Robert loved to run