Sunday, September 13, 2009

Ah! Sunflower by William Blake

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!

1 comment:

  1. I love sunflowers and they are in bloom right now. I don't know how anyone can not smile when they see one!