Into the lonely park all frozen fast,
Awhile ago there were two forms who passed.
Lo, are their lips fallen and their eyes dead,
Hardly shall a man hear the words they said.
Into the lonely park, all frozen fast,
There came two shadows who recall the past.
“Dost thou remember our old ecstasy?” —
“Wherefore should I possess that memory?” —
“Doth thine heart beat at my sole name alway?
Still dost thou see my soul in visions?” “Nay!” —
“They were fair days of joy unspeakable,
Whereon our lips were joined?” — “I cannot tell.” —
“Were not the heavens blue, was not hope high?” —
“Hope has fled vanquished down the darkling sky.” —
So through the barren oats they wanderèd,
And the night only heard the words they said.