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