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 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. Yet Him For This My Love No Whit Disdaineth; Suns Of The World May Stain When Heaven'S Sun Staineth.