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