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When We Two Parted

The poem describes the sorrow felt by the speaker after parting ways with a lover. They parted in silence and tears, and the speaker's cheek grew pale and cold from the sadness of their goodbye. The speaker feels they will long regret the love they shared and the pain of their separation. Years later if they were to meet again, the speaker would greet their lover with only more silence and tears.

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When We Two Parted

The poem describes the sorrow felt by the speaker after parting ways with a lover. They parted in silence and tears, and the speaker's cheek grew pale and cold from the sadness of their goodbye. The speaker feels they will long regret the love they shared and the pain of their separation. Years later if they were to meet again, the speaker would greet their lover with only more silence and tears.

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When We Two Parted

Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824

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--

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

She walks in beauty


She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all thats best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace


Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens oer her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and oer 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!

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