Sonnet 30

My contribution to the Blogger’s Silent Poetry Reading for the Feast of St Brigid. I love Shakespeare’s Sonnets. When I feel confused I often read them aloud to the cats, to hear the rhymes, the meter. Sonnet 30 at first reading is pretty dire. But the final couplet saves it.

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 woe new wail my dear time’s waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow
For precious friends hidden in death’s dateless night
And weep afresh loves long since cancelled woe,
And moan th’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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