Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow; <br />Though thou be black as night, <br />And she made all of light, <br />Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow. <br />Follow her, whose light thy light depriveth; <br />Though here thou liv'st disgrac'd, <br />And she in heaven is plac'd, <br />Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth. <br />Follow those pure beams, whose beauty burneth; <br />That so have scorched thee, <br />As thou still black must be, <br />Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth. <br />Follow her, while yet her glory shineth; <br />There comes a luckless night <br />That will dim all her light; <br />And this the black unhappy shade divineth. <br />Follow still, since so thy fates ordained; <br />The sun must have his shade, <br />Till both at once do fade, <br />The sun still proud, the shadow still disdained.<br /><br />Thomas Campion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/follow-thy-fair-sun-2/
