After Paul Verlaine-Ii
by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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 wandered,
And the night only heard the words they said.