Sunflower Sutra 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 whishes to go! William Blake , in Songs of Innocence and Experience A páginas cem, a visão. Há pedaços de livros que por mais que sejam lidos por milhares de outros, serão sempre nossos.