When to the session 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 cancelled 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 restored and sorrows end.
William Shakespeare
Dear Margaret, you are so, so generous. Please excuse me now while I go fetch a box of kleenex!
What a gorgeous bouquet! And what a beautiful way to say thank you, Margaret! I must admit that I thought you might have penned it when I first started reading—which shows just how highly I judge your writing ability—and just how weak my knowledge of Will. 🙂
They are as beautiful as the lady who sent them!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.