Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides!
Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light,
Swaying to the kissing breeze Swings the treasure, golden-gleaming, Apples of Hesperides!
Far and lofty yet they glimmer, Apples of Hesperides!
Blinded by their radiant shimmer,
Pushing forward just for these;
Dew-besprinkled, bramble-marred,
Poor duped mortal, travel-scarred,
Always thinking soon to seize And possess the golden-glistening Apples of Hesperides!
Orbed, and glittering, and pendent, Apples of Hesperides!
Not one missing, still transcendent,
Clustering like a swarm of bees.
Yielding to no man's desire,
Glowing with a saffron fire,
Splendid, unassailed, the golden Apples of Hesperides!
