Ah! Sunflower

Ah Sunflower! Weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeketh 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 Sunflower wishes to go.

- Blake, Songs of Experience