...and by night. But my Rose turnd away with jealousy: And her thorns were my only delight. l Sun-?tower Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps...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...

...just masturbated, and he had a book of Blake's works on his lap: My eye was idling over the page of "Ah, Sun-flower! Weary of time / who countest the...steps of the sun; / Seeking after that sweet golden climb, / Where the traveller's journey is done." . . . While looking at it, suddenly, simultaneously...