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.
Brought To You By,
Khabirul
Basar Tonmoy
Department of English,
Rajshahi University.
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