"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 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 deceive.
If I should meet thee 
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears"
Lord Byron