Nature
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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
William Shakespeare
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