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UNDER THE FIGURE OF A TEMPEST-TOSSED VESSEL, HE DESCRIBES HIS OWN SAD / STATE.
My bark, deep laden with oblivion, rides / O'er boisterous waves, through winter's midnight gloom, / 'Twixt Scylla and Charybdis, while, in room / Of pilot, Love, mine enemy, presides; / At every oar a guilty fancy bides, / Holding at nought the tempest and the tomb; / A moist eternal wind the sails consume, / Of sighs, of hopes, and of desire besides.