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2Who countest the steps of the Sun:
3Seeking after that sweet golden clime
4Where the traveller's journey is done;
5Where the Youth pined away with desire,
6And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
7Arise from their graves and aspire
8Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

Notes

1] In Ovid's Metamorphoses, IV.3, Clytia turned into a sun-flower, turning her head to the sun as it traveled across the sky, because her beloved Apollo the sun-god abandoned her. [IL] Back to Line