by Lord Byron
When we two parted,
In silence
and tears,
Half broken
hearted
To sever
for years,
Pale grew
thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy
kiss;
Truly that
hour foretold
Sorrow to
this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill
on my borw--
It felt
like the warning
Of what I
feel now.
Thy vows
are all broken,
And light
is thy fame:
I hear thy
name spoken,
And share
in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to
mine ear;
A shudder
comes o'ver me---
Why wert
thou so dear?
They know
not I knew thee,
Who knew
thee too well:---
Long, long
shall I rue thee,
Too deeply
to tell.
In secret we met,
In silence
I grieve,
That thy
heart could forget,
Thy spirit
deceive.
If I should
meet thee
After long
years,
How should
I greet thee? ---
With
silence and tears.
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