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.
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