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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-cancell'd woe,
    And moan the expense of many a vanisht 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.
  • [00:00.00]When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
    [00:04.60]I summon up remembrance of things past,
    [00:07.79]I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
    [00:11.47]And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste;
    [00:17.28]Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
    [00:21.48]For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
    [00:25.71]And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe,
    [00:29.74]And moan the expense of many a vanisht sight:
    [00:34.11]Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
    [00:38.06]And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
    [00:41.83]The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
    [00:44.94]Which I new pay as if not paid before.
    [00:50.52]But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
    [00:56.02]All losses are restored, and sorrows end.