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Ah Sunflower

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!

By William Blake

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