Sonnet 33. Full many a glorious morning have I seen

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: