Happy Birthday to William Blake! I love what this poem says about how everything in nature tends towards death, and then renewal. I think it’s appropriate for this time of year.
Ah! Sun-flower
~ 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.
Picture found here.
