Poetic Break: George Gordon, Lord Byron

Because poetry has always meant so much to me...

When We Two Parted
1.
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.

2.
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 i share in its shame.

3.
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.

4.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long yers,
How should I greet thee!--
With silence and tears.

[1815]

-George Gordon, Lord Byron