Текст оригинала на английском языке
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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 liv'st disgrac'd, And she in heaven is plac'd, 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 proud, the shadow still disdained.
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