The Rose Field (The Book of Dust #3)

Epilogue

Like as a ship, that through the Ocean wide

Directs her course vnto one certain cost,

Is met of many a counter winde and tyde,

With which her winged speed is let and crost,

And she herself in stormy surges tost;

Yet making many a bord, and many a bay,

Still winneth way, ne had her compasse lost:

Right so it fares with me in this long way,

Whose course is often stayd, yet neuer is astray.

Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, VI XII 1

The End