George
Gordon
Byron
When
we
two
parted
In
silence
and
tears，
Half
broken-hearted
To
serve
for
years，
Pale
grew
thy
cheek
and
cold，
Colder
thy
kiss，
Truly
that
hour
foretold
Sorrow
to
this!
The
dew
of
the
morning
Suck
chill
or
my
brow
It
felt
like
the
warning
Of
what
I
feel
now.
Thy
cows
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?
Thy
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.
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