My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness, <br />Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass <br />'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en'my, alas, <br />That is my lord, steereth with cruelness; <br />And every owre a thought in readiness, <br />As though that death were light in such a case. <br />An endless wind doth tear the sail apace <br />Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness. <br />A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain, <br />Hath done the weared cords great hinderance; <br />Wreathèd with error and eke with ignorance. <br />The stars be hid that led me to this pain; <br />Drownèd is Reason that should me comfort, <br />And I remain despairing of the port.<br /><br />Sir Thomas Wyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-galley-charged-with-forgetfulness/
