Full Many a Glorious Dawning I've Disdained...

Writer's Digest PAD Challenges day 21: For today’s prompt, write a poem that responds (or somehow communicates) with another poem. 

The sun peeked out to say 'good  morning' then disappeared behind a shroud of gray... 

 Ah, yes, thy dress doth not thy merit tell

The inward veiled while outward we behold

Thy gray approach, cold yet ephemeral

Beneath thy somber coat, a heart of gold

Thus, mouth of mine, do not with complaint scorn

Nor brood whilst moody morning scales the air

For thou has tasted many a dew-glad morn

And thou hast wasted many a morning fair 

Wilst we dare charge the Maker of dawn's robe

With our demand? The sand on which we stand

Is numbered in His gaze; He cups the globe

Of gold and gray within his faithful Hand

Where many a morning we have barely glanced

At heavens where the feet of angels danced

Janet Martin

Response to Shakespeare's 

Full Many a Glorious Morning Have I Seen...

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.