1   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. 2   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. 3   They name thee before me,      A knell to mine ear;   A shrudder comes o’er me—      Why wert thou so dear?   They know not I knew thee,      Who knew thee so well—   Long, long I shall rue thee,      Too deeply to tell. 4   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. (Byron later added the following lines, in a letter to his cousin, Lady Hardy, dated 10 June 1823) 5   Then—fare thee well—Fanny—      Now doubly undone—   To prove false unto many—      As faithless to One—   Thou art past all recalling      Even would I recall—   For the woman once falling      Forever must fall.— * (Poem was about Lady Frances Webster)