Ah! Sunflower - William Blake
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!