"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."
"Colouring does not depend on where the colours are put, but on where the lights and darks are put, and all depends on form and outline, on where that is put."
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Source: William Blake (1893). “The Works of William Blake”
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