Inside my mind I found a place,
a beautiful and hallowed space.
~crb
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
colder they kiss,
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
If 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.
~Lord Byron~
