Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I See
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.
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