Couch Wisdom with Dingo

sonnet xxx


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 of thee, dear friend,
all losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

posted by dingo @ 1:31:00 AM