When we two parted

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 know thee

Who knows 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