Eclipse of a Sun-flower, by Paul Nash
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.
Copy AA of Blake’s engraving of the poem in “Songs of Experience”. This copy is currently held by the Fitzwilliam Museum
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This is beautiful both the image and poetry. Thanks for post.
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Thanks – I’ve always been a fan of Blake’s.
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