William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

Pomona

I am the ancient apple-queen,
As once I was so am I now.
For evermore a hope unseen,
Betwixt the blossom and the bough.

Ah, where's the river's hidden Gold!
And where the windy grave of Troy?
Yet come I as I came of old,
From out the heart of Summer's joy. 

1. On The Edge Of The Wilderness
2. Echoes Of Love's House
3. The Flowering Orchard
4. Of The Three Seekers
5. Pray But One Prayer For Us

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