[Variant 42: 

1842.

    Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
    All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood—­ 1798.

    Here will I live:—­of every friend disown’d,
    Here will I roam about the ocean flood.—­ 1802.

    And end my days upon the ocean flood.”—­ 1815.]

[Variant 43: 

1842.

    By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift,
    Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock; 1798.

    Helpless as sailor cast on some bare rock; 1836.]

[Variant 44: 

1842.

    Nor dared ... 1798.]

[Variant 45: 

1802.

    How dismal ... 1798.]

[Variant 46: 

1832.

    ... frame ... 1798.]

[Variant 47: 

1836.

    So passed another day, and so the third: 
    Then did I try, in vain, the crowd’s resort, 1798.]

[Variant 48: 

1827.

    Dizzy my brain, with interruption short 1798.

    And I had many interruptions short 1802.]

[Variant 49: 

1802.

    ... sunk ... 1798.]

[Variant 50: 

1827.

    And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital. 1798.

    And thence was carried to a neighbouring Hospital. 1802.]

[Variant 51: 

1827.

    Recovery came with food:  but still, my brain
    Was weak, nor of the past had memory. 1798.]

[Variant 52: 

1842.

    ... with careless cruelty, 1798.]

[Variant 53: 

1815.

    ... would ... 1798.]

[Variant 54: 

1836.

    ... torpid ... 1798.]

[Variant 55: 

1827.

    Memory, though slow, returned with strength; ... 1798.

    My memory and my strength returned; ... 1802.]

[Variant 56: 

1802.

    The wild brood ... 1798.]

[Variant 57:  The following stanza occurs only in the editions of 1798 to 1805: 

    My heart is touched to think that men like these,
    The rude earth’s tenants, were my first relief: 
    How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease! 
    And their long holiday that feared not grief,
    For all belonged to all, and each was chief. 
    No plough their sinews strained; on grating road
    No wain they drove, and yet, the yellow sheaf
    In every vale for their delight was stowed: 
    For them, in nature’s meads, the milky udder flowed. 1798.

    My heart is touched to think that men like these,
    Wild houseless Wanderers, were my first relief:  1802.

    In every field, with milk their dairy overflow’d. 1802.]

[Variant 58: