Ah! Sun-flower…

…from the quills of the dead white poets

William Blake (1757 – 1827)

 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.

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