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Sonnet XXXIII

		William Shakespeare

	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 splendor 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.