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2.8: "My Gallery"

  • Page ID
    8791
  • (1557)

    My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness,

    Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass

    ’Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en’my, alas,

    That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;

    And every owre a thought in readiness,

    As though that death were light in such a case.

    An endless wind doth tear the sail apace

    Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness.

    A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain,

    Hath done the weared 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 comfort,

    And I remain despairing of the port.

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