Viii. EscalationA(sonnet Xxx) — текст песни (Coil)

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.