Friday, April 15, 2011

A Flower for Friday Night

Gazania at the Madrona Marsh


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!




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