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| Full many a glorious morning have I seen | 1 |
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| Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, |
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| Kissing with golden face the meadows green, |
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| Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; |
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| Anon permit the basest clouds to ride | 5 |
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| With ugly rack on his celestial face, |
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| And from the forlorn world his visage hide, |
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| Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: |
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| Even so my sun one early morn did shine, |
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| With all triumphant splendour on my brow; | 10 |
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| But out! alack! he was but one hour mine, |
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| The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. |
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 Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; |
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| Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. |
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