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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Comments1Wow, this poem made me feel so peaceful! I can almost smell the apple blossoms and feel the summer breeze. Gets your imagination going too, wondering about the unseen hopes and lost treasures of the past. Really enjoyed this one!