Ah Sunflower, weary of time, <br /> Who countest the steps of the sun; <br /> Seeking after that sweet golden clime <br /> Where the traveller's journey is done; <br /> <br /> Where the Youth pined away with desire, <br /> And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, <br /> Arise from their graves, and aspire <br /> Where my Sunflower wishes to go!<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-sunflower/
