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MY HESPERIDES, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I hear the cattle low; I catch the faint sheep-bells
Last Line: Here is the golden fruit, -- mine own hesperides!
Subject(s): Hesperides (mythology); Lebanon


I HEAR the cattle low; I catch the faint sheep-bells;
I hark the robins' flute across the meadow swells;
I see the friendly boughs, boughs of the apple-trees;
They wave me kindly hands, mine own Hesperides.

Far have I fared, oh, far, by many an alien shore,
But I have come to climb the hills of home once more!
Beguiling scenes I've scanned beyond the plunging seas,
But ne'er a scene like this, mine own Hesperides!

Pomegranates I have plucked where glows the southern sun;
Yea, I have set to lip the grapes of Lebanon!
But I have found at last the only true heart's ease;
Here is the golden fruit, -- mine own Hesperides!





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