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 cancelled woe and moan the expense of many a vanished 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 restor d and sorrows end 