THE LOVER COMPARETH HIS STATE TO A

SHIP IN PERILOUS STORM TOSSED

ON THE SEA.1


M Y galley chargèd with forgetfulness
   Thorough2 sharp seas, in winter nights doth pass
   'Tween rock and rock; and eke3 mine enemy, alas,
That is my lord, steereth with cruelness,
And every oar a thought in readiness,
As though that death were light in such a case.4
An endless wind doth tear the sail apace
Of forcèd sighs and trusty fearfulness.5
A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain,
Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance;
Wreathèd with error and eke with ignorance.
The stars be hid that led me to this pain.
    Drownèd is reason that should me consort,6
    And I remain despairing of the port.


1  Translated from Petrarch's Rime 189.
2  Through.
3  Also.
4  As though my destruction would not matter much.
5  Fear to trust.
6  Accompany.




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Text source:
The Norton Anthology of English Literature. 6th ed. Vol I.
M. H. Abrams, Gen. Ed. New York, W. W. Norton & Co. 1993. 440-1.




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