When we two parted in silence and tears, half broken-hearted to sever the 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 shudder comes o'er me; why were't 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)