- 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 mask’d him from me now.
- Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
- Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.