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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 1>row;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;

The region cloud hath love mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's staineth.

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