When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted To sever for years.

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.

By the man who know me
-George Gordon Byron