- 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.
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why were 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.
- George Gordon, Lord Byron
2 comments:
Hmm… after reading it a couple of times, I can’t shake off the feeling that the narrator does not *like* the person he’s talking about.
Very intriguing.
A poem be a mirror to one's soul. See what you may in this Mirror of Erised.
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