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...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM |