Sonnet 33

　　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