Saturday, September 15, 2007

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.

-From Lord Byron "When We Two Parted"

3 comments:

Jean said...

Deception and heartbreak... not you, I hope.

Corby said...

my own silliness I am afraid, I should know better but somehow cannot convince my heart...

-Corby

Jean said...

people like us keep hoping.