Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow For precious friends hid in death\'s dateless night And weep afresh loveS long since cancelled woe And moan the expense of many vanished sight then can I grieve at grievances foregone And heavily from woe to woe tell her the sad account fo forebemoaned 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