In Honor of National Poetry Month

"Ah! Sun-flower"

"Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest  the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where 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 Sun-flower wishes to go."
William Blake 1794

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