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 it's 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.
Friday, March 20, 2009
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2 comments:
You always have a way of stirring my soul. I was hoping that you were going to post today!
Thank you!
Darkness (Lord Byron) was my favorite work when I was a teen. I copied it and held it in a notebook so I could read him whenever I needed a soul lift.
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