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
  Sank 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 it's shame.

In secret we meet...
  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