My Galley, Charged With Forgetfulness

Sir Thomas Wyatt

My galley, chargd 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;
Wreathd with error and eke with ignorance.
The stars be hid that led me to this pain;
Drownd is Reason that should me comfort,
And I remain despairing of the port.

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