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.
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