Coil - Viii. Escalation ,, A ,, (sonnet Xxx)

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-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.