Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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Sunflower




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

William Blake
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