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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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