Gee Gordon Byron
When we o parted
In silend tears,
Half brokeed,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and ld,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!
The dew of the
Sunk chill on y brow;
It felt like the warng
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fa:
I hear thy na spoken
And shareits sha.