When to the sessions of sweet silent thought...
Sonnet 30When 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, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the 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 restored and sorrows end. |
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In moments of reflection, I regret not having achieved as much as I’d have liked, and waste more time crying over milk spilt long ago.
When I’m in this mood, I can sit and cry (though I wouldn’t normally) for dead friends, dead loves, and things I’ll never see again. I’ll drag out my old hurts, and lurch from one sob-story to the next recounting all kinds of misfortunes, as if I’d never told anyone about them before.
But if, while I’m in this mood, I think about you, all my misfortunes seem cancelled, and my grief stops.
When I’m in this mood, I can sit and cry (though I wouldn’t normally) for dead friends, dead loves, and things I’ll never see again. I’ll drag out my old hurts, and lurch from one sob-story to the next recounting all kinds of misfortunes, as if I’d never told anyone about them before.
But if, while I’m in this mood, I think about you, all my misfortunes seem cancelled, and my grief stops.