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
Photographer: Sheila Laurens