Follow thy faire sunne, unhappy shadow, Though thou be blacke as night, And she made all of light, Yet follow thy faire sun, unhappie shadow. Follow her whose light thy light depriveth, Though here thou liv'st disgrac't, And she in heaven is plac't, Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth. Follow those pure beames whose beautie burneth, That so have scorched thee, As thou still blacke must bee, Til her kind beames thy black to brightnes turneth. Follow her while yet her glorie shineth: There comes a luckles night, That will dim all her light; And this the black unhappie shade devineth. Follow still since so thy fates ordained; The Sunne must have his shade, Till both at once doe fade, The Sun still proud, the shadow still disdained. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUS INFANTIUM by WILLIAM CANTON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS by WALT WHITMAN THE RAGGED WOOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A WOMAN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING LOVER'S LAMENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG UNCROWNED by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY |