Poetry Month

Section XII is called "Memories and Desire."

Sonnet XXX
by William Shakespeare

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, 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.

Had to get a sonnet in here. I'm not familiar with this one, but I do like it. Great, another sonnet I need to memorize.