My galley chargèd with forgetfulness <br />Through sharp seas in winter nights doth pass <br />'Twene rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas, <br />That is my lord, steereth with cruelness. <br />And every oar 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 forcèd sighs and trusty fearfulness. <br />A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain <br />Hath done the wearied cords great hindrance, <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-charg-d-with-forgetfulness/
