#33

The amazing sonnet 33  J  It is pure coincidence that I’m reading this on a cloudy morning:

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XXXIII

  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.

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The volta is obvious:  The yet at the beginning of the closing couplet.  Will post the next sonnet this afternoon (no matter how dark the afternoon is)—