Amy Lowell: Apples of Hesperides

Apples of Hesperides

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!