1 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
2 I summon up remembrance of things past,
3 I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
4 And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
5 Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
6 For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
7 And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
8 And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight.
9 Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
10 And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
11 The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
12 Which I new pay as if not paid before.
13 But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
14 All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.