---- George Gordon，Lord Byron 
 
 
 　　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.