Hesperia Poem by Guy Wetmore Carryl

Hesperia

Rating: 4.5


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 pleaseant 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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 30 January 2016

He certainly has a way with rhyme and rhythm and there's always a sense there's this smile on his face as he writes.

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