"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."
"If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed."
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Source: William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.251, Univ of California Press
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