Shakespeare's Sonnets: Full many a glorious morning have I seen

Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sov'reign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green;Gilding pale streams with heav'nly alchemy:Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial face,And from the forlorn world his visage hideStealing unseen to west with this disgrace:Ev'n so my sun one early morn did shineWith all triumphant splendor 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 disdain'th, Suns of the world may stain, when heav'n's sun stain'th.