"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 pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave."
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Source: William Blake (1966). “Complete Writings: With Variant Readings”, p.386, Oxford University Press, USA
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