When We Two Parted

Another post that found itself into my notebook not of my own accord. It seems I have friends with fantastic taste.

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 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