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 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 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: Lond, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. I secret we met--I silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.
- Lord Byron
The Scent Of Love (from the Piano)