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 â€â€Â�
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:  â€â€Â�
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

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