Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I SeeFlatter 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 RideWith 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 ShineWith All-Triumphant Splendour 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 Disdaineth;Suns Of The World May Stain When Heaven’s Sun Staineth.
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