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February 10, 2010

while I think on thee, dear friend

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 times' waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd 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 restor'd and sorrows end.

—William Shakespeare: Sonnet XXX

Source: The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor for Wednesday, Feb. 10, 2010.

Posted by niganit at February 10, 2010 9:05 AM
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