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
Sank 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.
-Lord Byron
I like this poem so much. Whe I first read it, I immediately thought it was about a forbidden love affair.
In secret we met -
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
Another love poem that makes me 'sigh'. What do you think of it?
*Quick note: I'll be posting extra love poems this week and I'm using Valentine's Day being just around the corner as an excuse to do so ;)
