King Arthur Movie Tristan

Remind me not, remind me not,

Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours,

When all my soul was given to thee;

Hours that may never be forgot,

Till Time unnerves our vital powers,

And thou and I shall cease to be.



Can I forget---canst thou forget,

When playing with thy golden hair,

How quick thy fluttering heart did move?

Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,

With eyes so languid, breast so fair,

And lips, though silent, breathing love.



When thus reclining on my breast,

Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,

As half reproach'd yet rais'd desire,

And still we near and nearer prest,

And still our glowing lips would meet,

As if in kisses to expire.



And then those pensive eyes would close,

And bid their lids each other seek,

Veiling the azure orbs below;

While their long lashes' darken'd gloss

Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek,

Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow.



I dreamt last night our love return'd,

And, sooth to say, that very dream

Was sweeter in its phantasy,

Than if for other hearts I burn'd,

For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam

In Rapture's wild reality.



Then tell me not, remind me not,

Of hours which, though for ever gone,

Can still a pleasing dream restore,

Till Thou and I shall be forgot,

And senseless, as the mouldering stone

Which tells that we shall be no more.



-Lord Byron


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I enjoyed this poem by Lord Byron. I feel like he is telling a story here. He talks about her hair, her eyes, kissing her and dreaming about her. All done beautifully.

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 ;)