Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde By conduct of some star doth make her way, Whenas a storme hath dimd her trusty guyde, Out of her course doth wander far astray; So I, whose star, that wont with her bright ray Me to direct, with cloudes is overcast, Doe wander now in darknesse and dismay, Through hidden perils round about me plast. Yet hope I well, that when this storme is past, My Helice, the lodestar of my lyfe, Will shine again, and looke on me at last, With lovely light to cleare my cloudy grief. Till then I wander carefull comfortlesse, In secret sorrow and sad pensivenesse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1) by THOMAS CAREW |