"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."
"For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away."
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Source: William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.686, Pearson Education
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