When to the session..(Friendship Poem)

When to the session 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 deathss dateless night,



And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,

And moan the expense of many a vanishsd 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...