"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."
"When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite."
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Source: William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.202, Delphi Classics
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