SONNET 30 |
PARAPHRASE |
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought |
When in these sessions of gratifying silent thought |
I summon up remembrance of things past, |
I think of the past, |
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, |
I lament my failure to achieve all that I wanted, |
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: |
And I sorrowfully remember that I wasted the best years of my life: |
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, |
Then I can cry, although I am not used to crying, |
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, |
For dear friends now hid in death's unending night, |
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, |
And cry again over woes that were long since healed, |
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: |
And lament the loss of many things that I have seen and loved: |
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, |
Then can I grieve over past griefs again, |
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er |
And sadly repeat (to myself) my woes |
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, |
The sorrowful account of griefs already grieved for, |
Which I new pay as if not paid before. |
Which (the account) I repay as if I had not paid before. |
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, |
But if I think of you while I am in this state of sadness, dear friend, |
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end. |
All my losses are compensated for and my sorrow ends. |