Of heaven’s Artificer.
From crown to swelling root
It mocked the goddess’ praise,
The green enamelled sprays
The emblazoned golden fruit.
[They dance.
And ’neath the tree, with hair and zone unbound,
The fair Hesperides aye danced around,
And Ægle danced and sang ‘O welcome, Queen!’
And Erytheia sang ‘The tree is green!’ 320