| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Poems.
IX. Shadow | | By Isa (Craig) Knox (1831–1903) |
| | | IT falls before, it follows behind, | |
| Darkest still when the day is bright; | |
| No light without the shadow we find, | |
| And never shadow without the light. | |
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| From our shadow we cannot flee away; | 5 |
| It walks when we walk, it runs when we run; | |
| But it tells which way to look for the sun; | |
| We may turn our backs on it any day. | |
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| Ever mingle the light and shade | |
| That make this human world so dear; | 10 |
| Sorrow of joy is ever made, | |
| And what were a hope without a fear? | |
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| A morning shadow o’er youth is cast, | |
| Warning from pleasure’s dazzling snare; | |
| A shadow lengthening across the past, | 15 |
| Fixes our fondest memories there. | |
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| One shadow there is, so dark, so drear, | |
| So broad we see not the brightness round it; | |
| Yet ’tis but the dark side of the sphere | |
| Moving into the light unbounded. | 20 | | | |
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