"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."
"[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning."
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Source: William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.6, Wordsworth Editions
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