Paroles de Viii Escalation B

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-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.