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.
Sonnet 33 in modern English
I’ve seen so many glorious mornings when the royal sun lights up the mountaintops, kisses the green meadows with its golden face, and makes streams shine with its celestial magic. But then it allows the blackest clouds to ride across its heavenly face with ugly gloom, and hides that face from the dull world, sneaking off to the west with the disgrace of it. In just that way my sun shone on my brow early one morning with that same triumphant splendor. But alas, he was mine for only one hour: the dark clouds have hidden him from me now. Yet, my love doesn’t condemn him in the least. The suns of humanity may show their faults if the sun of heaven does.
Alongside the above explanation of sonnet 33, the Centuries of SummerDays project put Shakespeare’s sonnets into modern, singer/songwriter-inspired music. Below is their take on sonnet 33:
Watch Sir Patrick Stewart read Shakespeare’s sonnet 33
The 1609 Quarto sonnet 33 version
FVll many a glorious morning haue I ſeene, Flatter the mountaine tops with ſoueraine eie, Kiſſing with golden face the meddowes greene; Guilding pale ſtreames with heauenly alcumy: Anon permit the baſeſt cloudes to ride, With ougly rack on his celeſtiall face, And from the for-lorne world his viſage hide Stealing un’eene to weſt with this diſgrace: Euen ſo my Sunne one early morne did ſhine, With all triumphant ſplendor on my brow, But out alack,he was but one houre mine, The region cloude hath mask’d him from me now. Yet him for this,my loue no whit diſdaineth, Suns of the world may ſtaine,whë heauens ſun ſtainteh.