Amoretti: Sonnet 34 lyrics
by Edmund Spenser
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 sorow and sad pensivenesse.