Sonnet 33

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

By Ourania

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;

Theo

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.

By Simon Trappe

Even so my sun one early morn did shine

With 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.

By Elina Sazonova 

Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;

Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

AMG

Sonnet 33

By William Shakespeare