Ah Sun-flower!
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.
-William
Blake (1757-1827)
"Beam me up, Scottie!"
CPW
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