Thy vows are all broken, and light is thy fame ?

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.

Lord Byron

Ideia do Dia: From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.