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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 wit disdaineth:

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