tableau vivant

August 4, 2006

When We Two Parted – Lord Byron

Filed under: Poetry — by cerene @ 8:14 am

    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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