Pomona

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Title:     Pomona
Author: William Morris [More Titles by Morris]

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.

[The end]
William Morris's poem: Pomona

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