Ah! Sun-flower
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.
This is probably my favorite poem by William Blake. To see a field of sunflowers and watch as they follow the sun. I've included a link to his biography and other poems here. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/william-blake
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