Lord Byron: When we two parted

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--
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.