Hesperia

Across the stretch of southward seas The zephyr-swept Hesperides Lie smiling, ever smiling; And there the laughter-loving Pan Leads on his joyous woodland clan Through halcyon haunts, unknown to man, With song the hours beguiling. O fair, far land, thy portals Swing only to immortals! Thy scented bowers, thy wondrous flowers, Thy pleasant ways of ease, Thy nights dew-dipped and breathless, Thy birds, unwearied, deathless— These charms untold I’d fain behold, Fair, far Hesperides!

The dusk with all her wealth of stars, The dawn, when clouds like crimson bars Turn all the east to splendor, Bring roseate dreamings unto me Of Nereids flashing from the sea, Who turn their shining eyes to thee, Thou land of music tender. But ah, ’t is useless dreaming— Thy woodland pools that, gleaming Like bits of sky, unruffled lie, Are not for eyes like these; Yet, could my longing vision Behold thy fields Elysian, What peace divine I’d claim as mine, Fair, far Hesperides!