Farewell Ode to my magnificent Robyn of the hood. 🏹 🌳 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen I now can see no more. William Wordsworth, ‘Ode: Intimations of Immortality’. Robyn was the father of my flock, along with his brother Aslan. He was named Robyn (af