Monday, December 15, 2008

Tracy- il mio caro- 2/14/1965 - 12/15/1988


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 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


1 comment:

Blair said...

Che era bello

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