1 Full many a glorious morning have I seen
2 Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
3 Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
4 Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
5 Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
6 With ugly rack on his celestial face,
7 And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
8 Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
9 Even so my sun one early morn did shine
10 With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
11 But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
12 The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
13 Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
14 Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
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