Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

My Galley, Charged With Forgetfulness - Poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt

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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  • * Sunprincess * (5/19/2016 12:22:00 PM)

    .........beautifully penned, love this classical style ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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