"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."
"Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man's female dependants, you know the man."
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Source: Complete Writings: With Variant Readings.
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