William Shakespeare(1564–1616)
Sonnet 33
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,sunlight
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy,
Anon 0 permit the basest clouds to ridesoon
With ugly rack9 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
o With all-triumphant splendor on my brow;
But, out, alack! he was but one hour mine,also
The region cloud1 hath masked him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain2 when heaven's sun staineth.