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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
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, 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-bemoanèd 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.
When I sit quietly and think deeply, I remember things from the past, I regret not having many things I wanted, And I lament the waste of my time with old sorrows. Then I can cry, though I'm not used to crying, For dear friends who have died, And I cry again for lost loves, And mourn the loss of many vanished experiences. Then I can feel sad about past grievances, And recount my sorrows heavily, The sad story of past complaints, Which I pay again as if I hadn't paid before. But if I think of you, dear friend, All my losses are recovered and my sorrows end.