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Article ON MY SHADOW. ← Page 2 of 2
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On My Shadow.
Child of my body , and that flame From whence our light we borrow . Thou continu ' st still the same In my joy or sorrow . Though thou lov ' st the sun-shine best Or enlighten'd places , Yet thou dost not fly , but rest . 'Midst my black disgraces .
Thou would ' st have joyous happy days When thou art approaching , No cloud nor night to dim thy rays By their sad encroaching . Let but glimmering lights appear , To banish night ' s obscuring , Thou wilt shew thou harbour ' st near , And by my side enduring .
And when thou art forc'd away , Whene ' er the sun ' s declining , Thy length is doubled , to repay Thy absence whilst he ' s hiding . As I do not fall thee fair , So sure thou art not fading ; Age nor sickness can impair Thy hue by fierce invading .
Let the purest varnish'd clay That art can shew , or nature , View the shades they cast and thej Grow duskish like thy feature . 'Tis thy truth I most commend , ¦ That thou art not fleeting , ¦
For , as I embrace my friend , So thou giv ' st him greeting . If I strike or keep the peace , Just so thou seem ' st to threaten ; And single blows by thy increase Leave my foe doubly beaten . As thou find ' st me walk or sit , Or standing or down lying .
Thou dost all my postures hit , Most apish in thy prying . When our actions thus consent , Expressions dumb but local , Words are needless compliment , Else I couldwish thee vocal . Hadst thou b . ut a soul with sense And reason sympathising
, Earth could not match nor Heav ' n dispense A mate so much inciting , Nay , when bedded in the dust . 'Mongst shades I have my biding , Tapers see thy posthume trust Within my vault residing , . Had Heav ' n so pliant women made , thou their souls couldst
Or marry , I'd soon resolve to wed my shade ; This love could ne ' er miscarry . But they thy lightness only share , If shunn'd the more they follow , . And to pursuers peevish are As Daphne to Apollo . M , VOL . ll \ , £
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On My Shadow.
Child of my body , and that flame From whence our light we borrow . Thou continu ' st still the same In my joy or sorrow . Though thou lov ' st the sun-shine best Or enlighten'd places , Yet thou dost not fly , but rest . 'Midst my black disgraces .
Thou would ' st have joyous happy days When thou art approaching , No cloud nor night to dim thy rays By their sad encroaching . Let but glimmering lights appear , To banish night ' s obscuring , Thou wilt shew thou harbour ' st near , And by my side enduring .
And when thou art forc'd away , Whene ' er the sun ' s declining , Thy length is doubled , to repay Thy absence whilst he ' s hiding . As I do not fall thee fair , So sure thou art not fading ; Age nor sickness can impair Thy hue by fierce invading .
Let the purest varnish'd clay That art can shew , or nature , View the shades they cast and thej Grow duskish like thy feature . 'Tis thy truth I most commend , ¦ That thou art not fleeting , ¦
For , as I embrace my friend , So thou giv ' st him greeting . If I strike or keep the peace , Just so thou seem ' st to threaten ; And single blows by thy increase Leave my foe doubly beaten . As thou find ' st me walk or sit , Or standing or down lying .
Thou dost all my postures hit , Most apish in thy prying . When our actions thus consent , Expressions dumb but local , Words are needless compliment , Else I couldwish thee vocal . Hadst thou b . ut a soul with sense And reason sympathising
, Earth could not match nor Heav ' n dispense A mate so much inciting , Nay , when bedded in the dust . 'Mongst shades I have my biding , Tapers see thy posthume trust Within my vault residing , . Had Heav ' n so pliant women made , thou their souls couldst
Or marry , I'd soon resolve to wed my shade ; This love could ne ' er miscarry . But they thy lightness only share , If shunn'd the more they follow , . And to pursuers peevish are As Daphne to Apollo . M , VOL . ll \ , £