The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
It felt like the warning
Of what I fell now.
They vows are all broken
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame

Thy name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'ver 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.