Saturday, May 5, 2012

Ah! Sunflowers

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.

Ah, Sunflower
William Blake

Thank you, neighbor Bob for letting me shoot your sunflowers....

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