'When To The Sessions' (Sonnet No.30)
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.
'When To The Sessions' (Sonnet No.30)LRC歌词
[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.
