Originally Posted by jolienoire
interpretation of the quote above.
When in these sessions of gratifying silent thought, I think of the past, lament my failure to achieve all that I wanted, And I sorrowfully remember that I wasted the best years of my life:Then I can cry, although I am not used to crying,For dear friends now hid in death's unending night,And cry again over woes that were long since healedAnd lament the loss of many things that I have seen and loved:Then can I grieve over past griefs again,And sadly repeat (to myself) my woes. The sorrowful account of griefs already grieved for which (the account) I repay as if I had not paid before.But if I think of you while I am in this state of sadness, dear friend All my losses are compensated for and my sorrow ends.