Ah! Sun-flower
Ah! Sun-flower
William Blake
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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Songs of Experience, 1794.
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