Originally posted by Nordlysthy word have touched mine heart.
Thread, the time was that I hated thee,
And yet it is not that I bear thee love,
But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
I will endure, and I'll employ thee too:
But do not look for further recompense
Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd.
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, unus'd to flow,
For precious threads hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe,
And moan th' 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 restor'd and sorrows end.
Originally posted by Nordlys
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, unus'd to flow,
For precious threads hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many ...[text shortened]... re.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
Beautiful.. deserves my rec
Originally posted by NordlysBoooooooring.
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, unus'd to flow,
For precious threads hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many ...[text shortened]... re.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
Joking! Well done, have a rec.