"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."
"Jesus & his apostles & disciples were all artists"
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Source: William Blake, Robert N. Essick, Joseph Viscomi (1998). “Milton a Poem, and the Final Illuminated Works: The Ghost of Abel, On Homers Poetry, [and] On Virgil, Laocoön”, p.232, Princeton University Press
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