The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.
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 wishes to go.william blake
You were never no locomotive, sunflower, you were a sunflower! And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not!Allen Ginsberg
No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,But as truly loves on to the close;As the sunflower turns on her god when he setsThe same look which she turn'd when he rose.thomas moore
It seem'd as if each thought and look And motion were that minute chain'd Fast to the spot such root she took, And like a sunflower by a brook, With face upturn'd so still remain'd!thomas moore
Light-enchanted sunflower, thou Who gazest ever true and tender On the sun's revolving splendour.
Restless sunflower; cease to move.
Space for the sunflower, bright with yellow glow, To court the sky.
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose.thomas moore
Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like, the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.henry ward beecher
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 wishes to go!william blake
Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.