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To: carlo3b
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 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.

-George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824

144 posted on 12/30/2003 7:37:31 PM PST by Age of Reason
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To: Age of Reason
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 Byron, Lord Byron

(DEEP BREATH)..Oh LORDY, that Byron sure had a way.. :)

157 posted on 12/30/2003 8:06:28 PM PST by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com)
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