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.
William Blake was born in London on November 28, 1757, to James, a hosier, and Catherine Blake. Two of his six siblings died in infancy. From early childhood, Blake spoke of having visions—at four he saw God "put his head to the window"; around age nine, whil…
View profile & all 59 Poems / StoriesTo see a World in a Grain of SandAnd a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Is this a holy thing to seeIn a rich and fruitful land,
Never seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;
Little fly,Thy summer s play
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;
