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Ah, Sunflower

by William Blake, 1794

Ah, sunflower, 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 sunflower wishes to go.

Published in Songs of Innocence and of Experience
Tags: earth day, flowers

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