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 Sunflower wishes to go!

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