And pausing as they neared me, for awhile,
Drew round, encircling, in converging rows,
Enshrouding me in incense. A repose
Crept through my senses, such as sweetly stole
Over the Lotus-eaters—such as throws
Its dreamy spells around the bounding soul,
Like silken lassos, where the waves of Lethé roll.
And I was borne aloft through azure air,
Her warm, white arms around me, and her cheek
Close pressed to mine; her cooling, curling hair