Bellamore

went to gramedia yesterday and i saw Bellamore, a great great novel. it's been years since i read it so i re-read some parts and i saw an excerpt of a poem by George Byron. and i googled the poem just now, here's the full poem of it.

                                                    When We Two Parted  
                                   George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824

WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,	5
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow —	10
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,	15
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?	20
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—	25
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,	30
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.