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. To The Muse Of The North
2. From the Upland to the Sea
3. All For The Cause
4. Drawing Near The Light
5. The Burgher's Battle

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