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.

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