A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!
John Keats.
CXCIV
THE SUNFLOWER.
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, 5
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,