| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXVIII. Loneliness
Sonnet: ‘Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde’ | | By Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599) |
| | | 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, | 5 |
| Me to direct, with cloudes is ouercast, | |
| 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 | 10 |
| Will shine again, and looke on me at last, | |
| With louely light to cleare my cloudy grief. | |
| Till then I wander carefull comfortlesse, | |
| In secret sorow and sad pensiuenesse. | | | | |
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