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, “Ah!  Sunflower!”
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Saturday, 15th December
trap-them-and-kill-them:

The Number of the Beast by William Blake 

trap-them-and-kill-them:

The Number of the Beast by William Blake 

(via sinisterrealm)

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Wednesday, 19th December