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When we two parTed
In sileNce and tears,
Half broKen-hearTed
To sever for yearS,
Pale greW thy cheek anD cold,
Colder than thy kiSS;
Truly that hour foreTold
SorroW to thiS.
The deW of the morninG
Sank 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 in mine eaR
A shuDDer come o'eR me
Why wert thou so deaR?
They knoW not I knew thee,
Who knew thee oh 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.
And if I should meeT thee
After long yeaRs,
How should I greeT thee?
With sileNce and teaRs.
LoRd ByroN.....
Awwwwwww I LoVe that poemmmmm.....
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron
In sileNce and tears,
Half broKen-hearTed
To sever for yearS,
Pale greW thy cheek anD cold,
Colder than thy kiSS;
Truly that hour foreTold
SorroW to thiS.
The deW of the morninG
Sank 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 in mine eaR
A shuDDer come o'eR me
Why wert thou so deaR?
They knoW not I knew thee,
Who knew thee oh 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.
And if I should meeT thee
After long yeaRs,
How should I greeT thee?
With sileNce and teaRs.
LoRd ByroN.....
Awwwwwww I LoVe that poemmmmm.....
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron