Sonnet 30 Raluca Ille, West University of Timișoara, Romania

West University of Timișoara Romania 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 e