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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 canceled woe,
and moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
then can i grieve at grievances foregone,
and heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
the sad account of forebemoaned 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.