<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</SPAN></span></p>
<h3>XVI</h3>
<h3><i>The Golden Fruit</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">I lacked not Love, I lacked not lovely Love,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But, ah, the apples of Hesperides!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The golden apples and the emerald trees,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The flower-sweet maidens, dancing in the breeze—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Holds Love a blossom with such fruits as these?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I gave up Love, I gave up lovely Love,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And sought the island of enchanted skies,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With little rainbow rifts of seraphs’ eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Round which the flaming sword forever plies<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Against the darkened world of rue and sighs.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Alas for Love! alas for lovely Love!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In dreams I heard the beating of his wing;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">His soft voice, beautiful as sea in spring,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Mourned through the empty songs the seraphs sing;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Life seemed in sleep more dear than everything.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</SPAN></span><span class="i0">Take me back, Love; take me back, lovely Love.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Dark winds may drive me o’er thy tyrannous seas—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Life is a world that breaks the thing it frees.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I would be bound in all thy masteries—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Yet, ah, the apples of Hesperides!<br/></span></div>
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