Ah, Sun-flower! 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 Sun-flower wishes to go.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-sun-flower/
