[Variant 4:

1845.

Than he who now at night-fall treads thy bare domain! 1842.]


[Variant 5:

1845.

And, from its perilous shelter driven, ... 1842.]


[Variant 6: The following stanza was only in the editions of 1798 and
1800:

By Derwent's side my Father's cottage stood,
(The Woman thus her artless story told)
One field, a flock, and what the neighbouring flood
Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold.
Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd:
With thoughtless joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below! his boat and twinkling oar. 1798.

... or from the mountain fold
Saw on the distant lake his twinkling oar