Beth's Sonnet

Here goes. I hope this works. I may make it into this century yet!

Sonnet XXX

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 past.
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.
And then can I grieve at grievanves forgone
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.