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When We Two Parted

by Lord Byron

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Drawing the boundary…

Iseult of Ireland

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

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When We Two Parted

by 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—
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.

Iseult of Ireland

by Nora Hopper Chesson

"Iseult" and "Iseult," 
"Iseult" all day, 
Yammer and cry the gulls that fly 
Tintagel way. 

Tristram and Iseult — 
Ivy and rose, 
Twist there and make for old sake's sake 
The knot Love knows. 

Ivy o'er Iseult 
Clambers and clings: 
The wind that blows Tristram's rose 
Folds there his wings. 

Larks over Iseult 
Sweet service say, 
And lovers' feet are fain to meet 
Tintagel way. 

High over Iseult's, 
Though his grave be, 
There lies a doom on Arthur's tomb 
That none may see. 

"Tristram and Iseult" 
Love sets to rhyme: 
Shall they not rise pure in Love's eyes 
In his good time? 

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