On a picture by Sir Frederic Leighton
FAR on the western borders of the world,
Hard by the utmost pale of sunset seas,
Where never mortal men have felt the breeze
Of those dim regions murmur round the furled
And idle sails of vessels tempest- whirled
Far from their course, dwell the Hesperides,
Forever languorous laid in poppied ease
On beds of amaranth with dews empearled.
Sweet are their days; no other care have they
Than watching o’er that fruitage fair and golden
Which Earth to Hera at her wedding gave.
A Paradise is theirs, and poets olden
Have sung how mortals ever yet essay
To reach those Isles of Bliss beyond the wave.
(John Russell Hayes)
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