"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."
"Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth."
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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.45, Univ of California Press
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