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Light-enchanted sunflower, thouOn the sun's revolving splendour.
— Sunflowers
Light-enchanted sunflower, thouOn the sun's revolving splendour.
Restless sunflower; cease to move.
But one, the lofty follower of the Sun,Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.
Ah, Sunflower, weary of time,Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shameBut too great weight and largeness of his head.
With zealous step he climbs the upland lawn,And watches, as it moves, the orb of day.
Space for the sunflower, bright with yellow glow, To court the sky.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, Thy prospect heaven.
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets,The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
