Full many a glorious morning have I seen <br />Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, <br />Kissing with golden face the meadows green, <br />Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; <br />Anon permit the basest clouds to ride <br />With ugly rack on his celestial face <br />And from the forlorn world his visage hide, <br />Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. <br />Even so my sun one early morn did shine <br />With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; <br />But out, alack! he was but one hour mine; <br />The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. <br />Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; <br />Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-33-2/
