When we Two parted (original) |
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Some time ago, when I was 19, I added the guitar part and the air to this beautiful poem by Lord Byron. He had a clubfoot and was not able to dance, which didn't prevent him from having countless love-affairs. One of his victims, Lady Caroline Lamb, called him: Mad, bad and dangerous to know. - so take care... ;o) I hope my accent is not too grave.
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 Sank 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. |