Arts
When we two partedBY George Gordon ByronIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy check and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretold Sorrw to this。The dew of the morningSunk chill on my brow-It felt like the warningOf 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 decieve。If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee?With silence and tears.