Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HESPERIDES, by VERNON L. SMITH First Line: Oh, for the wiles of the fortunate isles Last Line: And the gold of my southern seas! Subject(s): Hesperides (mythology) | ||||||||
Oh, for the wiles of the Fortunate Isles, And the peace of their orchard trees Whose fruit, I behold, is as golden as gold Of the sun of my Southern Seas. There let me sip of the sweets that drip From the cup that Hebe upbears, And banish my woes and the mischief that goes In the wake of vanishing cares! Ah, fair are my seas by Hesperides, And fair are the beckoning smiles Of the nymphs that wait by the garden gate For me in my Fortunate Isles! They wait and wait by the garden gate, And the gold fruit is low on the trees When each weary day I sail away To the Isles of Hesperides; To the Afterwhiles of my Fortunate Isles And the gold of my Southern Seas! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HESPERIDES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GARDEN OF THE HESPERIDES by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS MY HESPERIDES by CLINTON SCOLLARD THE HESPERIDES by ALFRED TENNYSON HESPERIDES by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP APPLES OF THE HESPERIDES 1 by YANNIS RITSOS APPLES OF THE HESPERIDES 2 by YANNIS RITSOS INCONTINENCE by VERNON L. SMITH THE RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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