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. Pain And Time Strive Not
2. The Flowering Orchard
3. Pray But One Prayer For Us
4. From the Upland to the Sea
5. To The Muse Of The North

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