Missing Shakespeare

Sonnets 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 waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,
For precious friends 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.

Rechem în iarna dulcilor tăceri,
Speranţe rătăcite în trecut
Şi-l plâng cu lacrimi noi pe cel de ieri,
Ce prin deşertul vieţii s-a pierdut,
Iar ochii mei -o matcă ce-a secat-
Pentru amicii care nu mai sunt
Şi pentru-amoruri ce acum decad,
Cu râuri largi inundă orice gând.
Tristeţile, uitării nu-i dau curs
Şi răscolesc prin amintiri firesc
Şi-adânc; e timpul fi’ndcă-am smuls
Durere, cu durere să plătesc.
Când mă gândesc la tot, prieten drag,
Parcă te văd întors, la mine-n prag.

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