Ah Sun-flower! 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.
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.
( William Blake )
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