ah! sun-flower

 

               Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,

               Who countest the steps of the Sun:

               Seeking after that sweet golden clime

               Where the travellers 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 Sun-flower wishes to go.

           

               --william blake