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                                                                                When we two are parted 
                                                                                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 
                                                                                Sank 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.
                                                                            
                                                                        
                                                                     
                                                                        
                                                                            
                                                                                When we two are parted 
                                                                                Lord Byron
                                                                            
                                                                        
                                                                     
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