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. The Burgher's Battle
2. Masters in This Hall
3. Shameful Death
4. Near But Far Away
5. Pray But One Prayer For Us

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