Classic Poem

The firmament, with golden stars adorned,
The sailor's watchful eyes full well contenteth,
And afterward, with tempest overspread,
The absent lights of heaven he sore lamenteth.
Your face, the firmament of my repose,
Long time has kept my waking thoughts delighted,
But now the cloud of sorrow overgoes
Your glorious skies, wherewith I am affrighted.
For I that have my life and fortunes placed
Within the ship, that by those planets saileth,
By envious chance am overmuch disgraced,
Seeing the lodestar of my courses faileth:
And yet content to drown, without repining,
To have my stars afford the world their shining.