Viii Escalation Lyrics

Viii Escalation lyrics

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.