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

She walks in beauty

She walks in Beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron