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...A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER AD S. ANGELUM CUSTODEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FALSORUM DEORUM CULTOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE DROWNED HIDALGO DREAMS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON A RAINBOW AT NIGHT by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |