第4页 when we two parted

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 so 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 could I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
My favorite part of the poem. 
Since we have parted, you should no longer get involved in my life. However I still hear your name mentioned, every time it's like the knell. Just as the newly-created saying goes: The shortest curse in the world is your name…so how can I greet you after years? Silence and tears may carry my wills.