Follow Thy Fair Sun, Unhappy Shadow. 
By Campion, Thomas. 


Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow:
Though thou be black as night
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!

Follow her whose light thy light depriveth:
Though here thou live disgraced
And she in Heav'n is placed,
Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth!

Follow those pure beams, whose beauty burneth,
That so have scorched thee
As thou still black must be
Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth!

Follow her while yet her glory shineth!
There comes a luckless night
That will dim all her light,
And this the black unhappy shade divineth.

Follow still, since so thy fates ordained!
The sun must have his shade,
Till both at once do fade;
The sun still proved, the shadow still disdained!