Poem by William Morris

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. Iceland First Seen
2. Tapestry Trees
3. The Doomed Ship
4. The Two Sides Of The River
5. The Son's Sorrow

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