Classic Poem

Like a sea-tossed bark, with tackling spent,
And stars obscured, his wat'ry journey's guide,
By loud tempestuous winds and raging tide,
From wave to wave with dreadful fury sent;
Fares my poor heart, my heart-strings being rent,
And quite disabled your fierce wrath to bide,
Since your fair eyes, my stars, themselves do hide,
Clouding their light in frowns and discontent:
For from your frowns do spring my sighs and tears;
Tears flow like seas, and sighs like winds do blow,
Whose joined rage most violently bears
My tempest-beaten heart from woe to woe.
And if your eyes shine not that I may shun it,
On rock Despair my sighs and tears will run it.