REMEMBRANCE. by W. SHAKESPEARE.
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| REMEMBRANCE. | |
| 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-bemoanéd 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. |
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| W. SHAKESPEARE., THE GOLDEN TREASURY Of the best Songs and Lyrical Pieces In the English Language Selected by Francis Turner Palgrave | |
| Notes: _expense_: waste. PALGRAVE'S NOTES. |
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| Tags: Loss poems | |
