Ah, Sunflower, weary of time

The title has come from this poem by
William Blake
.
The Sunflower
.
Ah, Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller’s journal 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!
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Ah, Sunflower, weary of time
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Sheila Laurens
Ah, Sunflower, weary of time

Ah, Sunflower, weary of time

The title has come from this poem by
William Blake
.
The Sunflower
.
Ah, Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveller’s journal 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!
Ref:
Ah, Sunflower, weary of time
Date:
Location:
Photographer:
Sheila Laurens