THE LOTOS-EATERS. I. "COURAGE!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, II. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slowdropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river's seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountaintops, Three thundercloven thrones of oldest snow, Stood sunsetflushed: and, dewed with showery drops, Upclomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. III. The charmed sunset lingered low adown In the red West: thro' mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down A land where all things always seemed the same ! The mildeyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came. IV. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, And taste, to him the gushing of the wave On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. V. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." CHORIC SONG. I. There is sweet music here that softer falls, Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the longleaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. II. Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? IV. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, And taste, to him the gushing of the wave On alien shores; and if his fellow spake, And deep-asleep he seemed, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make. V. They sat them down upon the yellow sand, e;" Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam." |