---My Galley Charged With Forgetfulness--
--Thomas Wyatt--

My galley charged with forgetfulness

Through sharp seas, in winter nights doth pass

'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy,alas,

That is my lord, steereth with cruelness,

And every oar a thought in readyness,

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 wearied cords great hinderance;

Wreathed with error and eke with ignorance.

The stars that be hid that led me to this pain.

Drowned is reason that should me consort,

And I remain dispairing of the port.