Readers of this series will recall that Blake and his wife would spend time in their garden while totally nude. They must have also grown sunflowers.
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.
To finish with a quote from another favorite, “The One Song,” by Mark Strand.
More is less
I long for more
Comment–that sound like Blake’s fashion sense.