When we two parted 
In silence and tears, 
Half broken-hearted
To serve for years, 
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, 
Colder thy kiss, 
Truly that hour foretold 
Sorrow to this! 
The dew of the morning 
Suck chill or my brow
It felt like the warning 
Of what I feel now. 
Thy cows 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? 
Thy 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.  

                                                                                      ---by George Gordon Byron