Sonnet 33: Full Many a Glorious Morning I Have Seen

Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,

Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;

Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on her celestial face

And from the forlorn world her visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.

Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;

But out, alack, she was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask’d her from me now.

Yet her for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.

William Shakespeare

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