ULL 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 masked him from me now.
- Yet him for this my love no white disdaineth;
- Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
SONNET #33
by: William Shakespeare (1564-1616)