Tennyson’s Poetry

by: Alfred Lord Tennyson

“The Lotos-Eaters”

1

“Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” In the afternoon they came into a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All around the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.

2

They sat them down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland, Of child, and wife, and slave; but evermore Most weary seem’d the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam.

3

All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown; Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings[.]

4

Dear is the memory of our wedded lives, And dear the last embraces of our wives And their warm tears; but all hath suffered change; For surely now our household hearths are cold, Our sons inherit us, our looks are strange And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy.

5

Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, in the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.