Dome of Many-Coloured Glass — 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!