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 hou 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 me before me
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou dear?
They knew not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we meet:
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.

LordByron```````ody