"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."
"To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way."
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Source: William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.132, Pearson Education
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