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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 brow;
But out alack, he was but one hour mine,
the region cloud hath masked him from me now.
Yet him for this, my love no wit disdaineth:
Suns of the world may stain, when heaven’s sun staineth.
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William Shakespeare Downloads read by James Fenton