William Morris (Уильям Моррис)

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. 

William Morris’s other poems:

  1. The Son’s Sorrow
  2. The Flowering Orchard
  3. All For The Cause
  4. The Voice Of Toil
  5. The Two Sides Of The River




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