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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!