FULL MANY A GLORIOUS MORNING: POEM BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE#FORWARDED BY CYNTHIA ABEGAIL

                 FULL MANY A GLORIOUS MORNING
                           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 only morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendor 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 white disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when
heaven's sun staineth.

Thanks to G. B. Harrison.  Book of English Poetry