Treasure Island

William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Ah Sunflower


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!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Edited: Wednesday, May 09, 2001

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