Sonnet at night :)

The drive took longer than I’d thought, but I’m back in one piece  J  Sonnet thirty:

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  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, unused to flow,

  For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

  And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

  And moan the 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.

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Okay, so the volta is the but at the beginning of the closing couplet.  Again!  J

More tomorrow.  In the morning  J