Wherein the fishes travel to and fro;

And likewise what the hands of hostile men

Of scathe on land have dealt you. Sojourn then

Here with me, eating food and drinking wine

Till the hearts rise within your breasts again

As when at first you from your home were lorn,

Rough Ithaca: but feeble now and worn

With long hard wanderings are you, and your hearts

Forget all gladness; for you much have borne.[[9]]

So she would cajole them, and so the blandishments of Circe proved far more effectual than her drugs. For a whole year the thought of home and friends was driven away, while jollity filled out the indolent hours. But satiety came at last, and memory began to reawaken. With rough home-truths, the sailors broke the spell that Circe had cast upon their commander. They called him out from her odorous, shadowy halls; and under the clear sunlight that suddenly made Circe hateful, they reproached him with his dalliance, and bade him flee at once if he would save his soul alive. There was no withstanding them; and indeed Odysseus had no wish to do so.