1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 33 

1	Full many a glorious morning have I seen
2	Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
3	Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
4	Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy#
5	Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
6	With ugly rack on his celestial face,
7	And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
8	Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
9	Even so my sun one early morn did shine
10	With all triumphant splendour on my brow#
11	But out, alack, he was but one hour mine#
12	The region cloud hath masked him from me now.
13	Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth:
14	Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.