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Poetry Theme - Sunflowers

The heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose! 
~Thomas Moore 

Sunflower

Till the slow daylight pale,
   A willing slave, fast bound to one above,
I wait; he seems to speed, and change, and fail;
   I know he will not move.

I lift my golden orb
   To his, unsmitten when the roses die,
And in my broad and burning disk absorb
   The splendours of his eye.

His eye is like a clear
   Keen flame that searches through me: I must droop
Upon my stalk, I cannot reach his sphere;
   To mine he cannot stoop.

I win not my desire,
   And yet I fail not of my guerdon; lo!
A thousand flickering darts and tongues of fire
   Around me spread and glow.

All rayed and crowned, I miss
   No queenly state until the summer wane,
The hours flit by; none knoweth of my bliss,
   And none has guessed my pain.


I follow one above,
   I track the shadow of his steps, I grow
Most like to him I love
  Of all that shines below

~ Dora Greenwell

Ah! Sunflower

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.

William Blake

The Sunflowers

I have removed the poem by Mary Oliver, due to a very nasty legal letter from Ms. Oliver’s representive, Bill Reichblum. See mary oliver

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