Finding a Scholarly Way to Say: Bleh

Byron's poem, "When We Two Parted," is seemingly one of the most juvenile and simplistic poems that we have read all semester. It makes me a bit sad and taken aback that Byron wrote this and published it. Its alternating rhyme scheme with anapestic meter already makes the poem seem trite, but the subject matter is cliche and overused. His lover died or is gone, and now his only response is silence and tears. One could argue that there is beauty in the sadness, that this is raw human emotion spilled onto the page, but all I can really see is disappointing and hackneyed verbiage.