Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Ah! Sun-Flower by William Blake

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.

1 comment:

  1. What a great poem! I just love poetry...I actually used to write a lot of it when i was younger! Thank you for your kind words on my previous post, you are such a dear and I am so glad that you and I have become friends! Love ya!