When We Two Parted

WHEN WE TWO PARTED
Lord Byron

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

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:

Lond, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

 

I secret we met--

I 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.

The Running Down...

The Running Down

Original Poem by Janelle Spiers

The year is coming

To a close.

The adding minutes;

steady, grows.

All the world

will gather soon

beneath the sky

of dark-night moon.

All the world

will hold their breath

As this year passes

into death.

A new shall come

and life goes on,

the steady ticking

of clockwork song.

Every year,

so much the same,

The days roll by

Like quiet game.

They always take me

by surprise,

When wide awake,

The time still flies.

The constant clicking

of the clock

It fits so well,

A key, her lock.

I shall not let

Time slip fast away.

I'll use each moment

of every day.

I'll take the road

less travelled on

And hear the 'tick'

of clockwork song.

The year is coming

to a close,

but next year,

It shall be a rose.

Ripe in bloom

and fully grown,

Seize that time

And make it known.

A new shall come,

and life goes on,

the steady ticking

of clockwork song.

  ...and life goes on//the steady ticking//of clockwork song.