POET'S NOTE: I didn't write this poem, I just modified it so it fits. As much as it pains me to say this, I shall: NO CREDIT GOES TO ME. It's really good though.
WHEN WE TWO PARTED
When we two parted,
in silence and tears.
Half broken-hearted,
to sever for years.
Pale grew thy check 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 fell 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 over me,
why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
who knew thee to 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 met thee,
after long years.
How shall I greet thee?
With silence or tears?
WHEN WE TWO PARTED
When we two parted,
in silence and tears.
Half broken-hearted,
to sever for years.
Pale grew thy check 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 fell 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 over me,
why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
who knew thee to 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 met thee,
after long years.
How shall I greet thee?
With silence or tears?