Thursday, 3 September 2015

Ah, Sunflower - William Blake


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 Sunflower wishes to go.

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