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 brow_
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'er 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.
-Lord Byron-