Ah, Sun-flower, 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 the their graves, and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
William Blake
William Blake
3 comments:
What a cheerful sunny thing to see on a chill autumn morning! Thank you for a bright sunny smile.
You're welcome!
These are such lovely pictures! Thank you.
Jenn
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