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Round about the hallowed fruit-tree curled :
Sing away, sing aloud evermore in the wind, with
Lest his scaled eyelid drop,
For he is older than the world.
If he waken, we waken,
Rapidly levelling eager eyes.
Dropping the eyelid over the eyes.
Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch, watch, night and day,
Lest the old wound of the world be healed,
The glory unsealed,
The golden apple stolen away,
And the ancient secret revealed.
Look from west to east along:
Father, old Himala weakens, Caucasus is bold and strong.
Wandering waters unto wandering waters call;
Comes the bliss of secret smiles.
All things are not told to all.
Half-round the mantling night is drawn,
Hesper hateth Phosphor, evening hateth morn.
Every flower and every fruit the redolent breath Of this warm sea-wind ripeneth,
Arching the billow in his sleep;
Holy and bright, round and full, bright and blest,
Watch it warily day and night;
Is shut out by the round of the tall hill-brow;
The world is wasted with fire and sword,
All round about
The gnarlèd bole of the charmèd tree.
The golden apple, the golden apple, the hallowed
Guard it well, guard it warily,
Watch it warily,
Standing about the charmèd root.