sweet silent

wen to de session of sweet silent thought

i summon up remembrance of things past

i sigh de lack of many a thing i sought

and wiff old woes new wail my dear time's waste...

then can i drown an eye, unused to flow

fer precious friends hid in death's dateless night

and weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe

and moan de expense of many a vanish¹d sight...

then can i grieve at grievances foregone

and heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

de sad account of fore-bemoaned moan

which i new pay as if not paid before

but if de while i tink on thee, dear friends

all losses are restored and sorrows end...

tenkiu to all my girlfriends...

housemate

classmates

*until de time comes, we will meet again..