Classic Poem

Oh, carve these coins with words like golden fruit,
The lustrous apples of Hesperides;
Magical words as from a spirit lute
Heard from enchanted islands over seas.
From out the silent coins what sounds are these?
It is the music of words being fitly spoken
As apples that the smiling gods have broken
From the rich boughs of Paradisal trees.
Engrave them deep with signs of silver fret
Letters of silver their sweet sounds enfold.
Oh pluck the lovely syllables and set
In baskets of silver shining apples of gold.
Leave letters in a circle round and round
Like apple seeds buried in golden dust.
The fruit thereof shall be both sweet and sound,
Dropped from the singing tree—‘In God we trust.’