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:
Che era bello
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