i know

i always say theres no way im going to do the 1200, but seriously... this time... im really not sure. methinks you will like today's poem esha.

Ah, Sunflower by William Blake

Ah Sun-flower! 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 Sun-flower wishes to go.