LORD BYRON

 
 
WHEN WE TWO PARTED
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

 

WHEN WE TWO PARTED
 

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 meó
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 metó
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.


 
 

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
 

She walks in beauty, like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright 
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace 
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
 How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

 


 


 
 
 

 
  
 "Amy", photograph by Raichle, © 2000
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