Lord Byron wrote this poem 200 years ago after his wife divorced him for cheating on her and also incest, sleeping with his half sister. This was is a whiny poem he wrote to her and his daughter who was not born yet then.
I pick and choose, i didn't post the entire poem. u can read the full poem here
Farewell to his Wife. Lord Byron (1788-1824). II. Parting and Absence. Bliss Carman, et al., eds. 1904. The World's Best Poetry. III. Sorrow and Consolation (bartleby.com)
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
โGainst thee shall my heart rebel.
These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widowed bed.
All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes, whereโer thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go
Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie.
Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.
I pick and choose, i didn't post the entire poem. u can read the full poem here
Farewell to his Wife. Lord Byron (1788-1824). II. Parting and Absence. Bliss Carman, et al., eds. 1904. The World's Best Poetry. III. Sorrow and Consolation (bartleby.com)
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
โGainst thee shall my heart rebel.
These are words of deeper sorrow
Than the wail above the dead;
Both shall live, but every morrow
Wake us from a widowed bed.
All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes, whereโer thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go
Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie.
Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.