In the old park, frozen and deserted, Two shapes have just slipped by. Their eyes are dead and their lips are limp, And their words can scarcely be heard. In the old park, frozen and deserted, Two wraiths have recalled the past. Do you remember our old delight? Why ever should I remember it? Does your heart still throb at my very name? Do you still see my soul in your dreams?" "No." Ah, the fine days of unspeakable joy When our lips met!" "Perhaps." How beautiful the sky was, how great our hope! Hope has Hed, defeated, to the dark sky. They wandered on through the wild oats And only the night listened to their words | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUTWARD BOUND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE IRELAND by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE |