"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."
"Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings."
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Source: William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.208, Pearson Education
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