George Gordon Byron

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 for 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 spoken,
    And share in its shame.

Thy 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.