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And meadow, set with slender galingale; A land where all things always seem'd the same!
Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.In the sixth stanza, the mariners reason that their families have probably forgotten them anyway, and their homes fallen apart, so they might as well stay in the land of the Lotos-eaters and let what is broken so remain.The big problem in this poem is that the sailors don't want to sail anymore, and they would.Sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night.Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave?
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In which it seemed always afternoon.
What pleasure can we have To war with evil?
Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb.Then some one said, "We will return no more And all at once they sang, "Our island home.If you are here for the English new wave band, please change your tags.To each, but whoso did receive of them, And taste, to him the gushing of the wave.Man and the Natural World "The Lotus-eaters" is all about a place.All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.Next, in the fourth stanza, the mariners question the purpose of a life of labor, since nothing is cumulative and thus all our accomplishments lead nowhere.Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream.The rest of the poem consists of the eight numbered stanzas of the mariners choric song, expressing their resolution to stay forever.

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.
The charmed sunset linger'd low adown.