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 livest disgraced, And she in heaven is placed; Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth! Follow those pure beams, whose beauty burneth! That so have scorchèd 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!