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 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.

the Days of our Lives

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To see a world in a Grain of  Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour.   -William Blake

So difficult to give our love to someone…knowing, at some point, we will never see them again!