Sonnet for the Day...

Sonnet 30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI 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'erThe 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.