sábado, 2 de agosto de 2014

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 shrudder comes o'er me-
  Why wert thou so dear? 
They know not I knew thee, 
  Who knew thee so well-
Long, long I shall 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.

Lord Byron