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By Lord Byron Submitted by Vishal Date: 2002 Feb 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.22.10.43.24110]] |
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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 it's 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. |