Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (BPAL) Rappaccini's Garden General Catalog Perfume Oil (Available)
Thence the winds bore me, blowing fierce and fell,
Across the fish-abounding ocean swell
A nine-days' space: and on the tenth we reached
The land where the Lotus-eaters dwell,
Who fed on flowery food: there landed we
And drew us water, and by the sea
By the swift ships taking our midday meal
We drank and ate bread in sufficiency.
Then of my crew I sent to bring me word,
Exploring inland, what they saw or heard
Of dwellers on the acres, choosing out
Twain, and as a herald with them for the third.
And straightway going forth, anigh they drew
The Lotus-eaters; who against our crew
Devised not hurt, but gave them of the fruit
To taste upon the lotus-trees that grew.
But whoso of them once began to eat
The lotus-fruit, that is as honey sweet,
Had no will longer in him to return
Or bring back tidings, but desired to fleet
His days among the lotus-eating men,
Eating the lotus, nor return again.
Howbeit I drove them weeping to the ships,
And to the ships' hold haled and bound them then
Under the benches: but I bade anon
My fellows to the swift ships get them gone
In haste, that none might of the lotus-fruit
Eat, and forget the way he went upon.
Honey-sweet and soporific.
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