[Georg 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 to this
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I fell 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