I thought that it was fancy, and I listen’d in my bed, And then did something speak to me—I know not what was said; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind, And up the valley came again the music on the wind. But you were sleeping; and I said, “It’s not for them: it’s mine”. And if it comes[3] three times, I thought, I take it for a sign. And once again it came, and close beside the window-bars, Then seem’d to go right up to Heaven and die among the stars. So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go. And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day. But, Effie, you must comfort _her_ when I am past away. And say to Robin[4] a kind word, and tell him not to fret; There’s many worthier than I, would make him happy yet. If I had lived—I cannot tell—I might have been his wife; But all these things have ceased to be, with my desire of life. O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine— Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine. O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done The voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun— For ever and for ever with those just souls and true— And what is life, that we should moan? why make we such ado? For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home— And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come— To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast— And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. [1] 1842. But still it can’t be long, mother, before I find release; And that good man, the clergyman, he preaches words of peace. Present reading 1843. [2] 1842-1848. He show’d me all the mercy, for he taught me all the sin. Now, though, etc. 1850. For show’d he me all the sin. [3] 1889. Come. [4] 1842. Robert. 1843. Robin restored. The Lotos Eaters First published in 1833, but when republished in 1842 the alterations in the way of excision, alteration, and addition were very extensive. The text of 1842 is practically the final text. This charming poem is founded on _Odyssey_, ix., 82 _seq._