Sunflower after rain
Ah! sunflower, weary of time,Who countest the steps of the sun,Seeking after that sweet golden climeWhere the travellers 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."Ah Sunflower" William Blake (1757-1825)
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