George Gordon, Lord Byron
When We Two Parted (1816)


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.