More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or colour it had stolen from thee.
(Sonnet 99.)
And how fine the personification in Sonnet 33:
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,