Poetry:Sonnet 30
From Tractatus
I memorized this for the 1995 State High Shakespeare Competition. See also Poetry:Let's talk.
--Iain 21:03, 12 February 2006 (EST)
Shakespeare, William
Sonnet 30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up rememberance 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 cancelled woe, And moan the 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 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.