Lord Byron

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when we two parted

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 shrudder comes o'er me-- why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, who knew thee so well -- Long, long I shall 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.

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