May the Sun always shine brightly on you
My Sweet Little Girl.
Sunflowers from my house to yours.
View from Aubries room.
Ah Sunflower
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
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