Tristango

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 alchymy		

Anon  permet 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: 		

Iven so my Sun one early morn did shine,		
With all triunphant splendour on my brow ,	 	
But out alack, he was but one hour mine,		
The region cloud has masked  him from me now.	
	
Iven so my Sun one early morn did shine,		
With all triunphant  splendour on my brow,	 	
But out alack, he was but one hour mine,		
The region cloud has masked him from me now.	
Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth,	
Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staines.