Considered One Of The Ten Most Beautiful Poems Of The English Language.

Sonnet XXXIII by William Shakespeare.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye.

Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;

Anon permit the basest clouds to ride

With ugly rack on uis celestial face,

And from the forlorn world his visage hide,

Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:

Even so my sun one early morn did shine

With all triumphant splendor on my brow;

But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;

The region cloud hath mask’s him from me now.

Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;

Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.