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
Hope is a very dangerous thing to lose. Once it\'s gone, everything is gone away.