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Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen

Poem By William Shakespeare

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.

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And his glory I have read. Terrific.
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
love the sunrises and love this poem..a beautiful tribute.. :)


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