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. From the Upland to the Sea
3. Another For The Briar-Rose
4. The Two Sides Of The River
5. The Son's Sorrow

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