Alone and lost, he wandered across the Alean plain, heartsick with grief, 270 avoiding any human habitation.
From "Beowulf" (Maria Dahvana Headley translation):
And so the last survivor mourned, making his way
from emptiness to emptiness, listing his sins one by one,
wandering the world woefully, until death came
welling in, to wash him from the rocks.
