"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."
"Error is created; truth is eternal."
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Source: Gerda S. Norvig, William Blake (1993). “Dark Figures in the Desired Country: Blake's Illustrations to The Pilgrim's Progress”, p.199, Univ of California Press
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