Sonnet XXX

c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-13–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-12–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-11–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-10–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-9–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-8–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-7–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-6–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-5–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-4–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-3–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-2–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-1–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-0–>font size=”2″>In similar vein to the recently quoted sonnet, this one reflects on ‘remembrance of things past’ and indeed, people who have passed on.  I particularly like the final couplet.  The preceding lines remind me of many who, as they say, could ‘gern for Ireland!’
 


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 restored, and sorrows end.

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