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. To The Muse Of The North
3. Thunder In The Garden
4. All For The Cause
5. Near But Far Away

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