Years fled; - of Robin all remembrance past,
When home he wandered in his rags at last:
A sailor’s jacket on his limbs was thrown,
A sailor’s story he had made his own;
Had suffer’d battles, prisons, tempests, storms,
Encountering death in all its ugliest forms:
His cheeks were haggard, hollow was his eye,
Where madness lurk’d, conceal’d in misery;
Want, and th’ ungentle world, had taught a part,
And prompted cunning to that simple heart: