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 his 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 splendour on my brow,
But out
alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region
cloud hath masked 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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