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:

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 year,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.

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