George Gordon, 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. 1808