Sonnet 30. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

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: