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|After Paul VerlaineII|
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.
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