Tempest
Added 2021-08-23 04:14:46 +0000 UTCWhen 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.
In secret we met β
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? β
With silence and tears.
β from a poem by Lord Byron (1788β1824)
