AH, SUNFLOWER

William Blake 1757-1827

 Ah, Sunflower! weary of time,

     Who countest the steps of the sun;

     Seeking after that sweet golden clime,

     Where the traveller's journey is done;

     Where the Youth pined away with desire,

     And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,

     Arise from their graves, and aspire

     Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

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