When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
Sonnets Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: death, friend, night, sad, time, sweet, long, silent, precious, waste, thought, love, I love you, dear, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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