"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."
"The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist."
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Source: The Prophetic Writings of William Blake: With a General Introduction Glossarial Index of Symbols Commentary and Appendices.
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