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.
After long years How shall I greet thee? - In silence or in tears-This is the perennial question all the lovers ask if they are separated for long years.A beautiful piece of poem.
What is more perfect? the fact that he believed he wrote this........or how actually happend to him.
A truly sensitive poem... especially for those who have loved and then parted. Beautifully written, a true Byron!
Such a beautiful poem I liked t636he last 2 lines especially for I share the same sentiments as you. Thanks for sharing. U are welcome to check out my poems as well
In secret we met, in silence I grieve. The poet only grieves recalling her deceit
THREE: I can never forget his poem She walks in Beauty. Greatest Beauty in the poem.. To my opinion he was an excellent poet in writing heart touching poems.
TWO: He was famously described by Lady Caroline Lamb as 'mad, bad and dangerous to know'. It has been speculated that he suffered from bipolar. Great poet great poems but died very young at the age of 36
Byron was celebrated in life for aristocratic excesses including huge debts, numerous love affairs, rumours of a scandalous incestuous liaison with his half-sister, and self-imposed exile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, To be part and depart Is part of our life... and every once life... Real passionate poem from Byron...!