When we Two parted

（George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824 ）
　　
　
　　
　　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.