Hesperides
Men say - beyond the western seas The happy isles no longer glow, No sailor sights Hesperides, All that was long ago. No longer in a glittering morn Their misty meadows flicker nigh, No singing with the spray is borne, All that is long gone by. To-day upon the golden beach No gold-haired guardian maidens stand, No apples ripen out of reach, And none are mad to land. The merchant-men, 'tis they say so, That trade across the western seas, In hurried transit to and fro, About Hesperides. But, Reader, not as these thou art, So, loose thy shallop from its hold, And, trusting to the ancient chart, Thou 'It make them as of old.
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