When we two parted
     In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
     To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
     Colder thy loss;
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 shape 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.
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