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. Pain And Time Strive Not
2. The Flowering Orchard
3. Of The Three Seekers
4. The Voice Of Toil
5. Pray But One Prayer For Us

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