English poem
Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen
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 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.
More by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
- Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
- Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
- Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day
- Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
- Sonnet 35: No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
- Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain
- Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight