Ah! Sunflower

By 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!