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...THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG |