Light enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendor!
* * * * *
Restless sunflowers, cease to move.
SHELLEY: _Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon,_ Sc. 3.
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 sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
MOORE: _Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms._
Miles and miles of gold and green
Where the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow.
ROBERT BROWNING: _Lovers' Quarrel,_ St. 6.
Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,
Ray round with flames her disk of seed.
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. ci., St. 2.