HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF SURREY
In ship, freight with remembrance
Of thoughts and pleasures past, He sails that hath in governance
My life while it will last: With scalding sighs, for lack of gale, Furthering his hope, that is his sail, Toward me, the sweet port of his avail.
Alas ? how oft in dreams 1 see
Those eyes that were my food; Which sometime so delighted me,
That yet they do me good: Wherewith 1 wake with his return Whose absent flame did make me burn' But when I find the lack, Lord' how I mourn'
When other lovers in arms across
Rejoice their chief delight, Drowned in tears, to mourn my loss
I stand the bitter night In my window where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee. Lo* what a manner love hath made me'
And in green waves when the salt flood
Doth rise by rage of wind, A thousand fancies in that mood
Assail my restless mind. Alas' now drencheth my sweet foe, That with the spoil of my heart did go, And left me; but alas! why did he so?
drencheth] is drowned.
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