Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Shakespeare. 15641616147. Sonnets iii
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, | 5 |
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, | |
And weep afresh love’s long-since-cancell’d woe, | |
And moan th’ expense of many a vanish’d sight: | |
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, | |
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er | 10 |
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd 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. |