In the deserted park, silent and vast, <br />Erewhile two shadowy glimmering figures passed. <br /> <br />Their lips were colorless, and dead their eyes; <br />Their words were scarce more audible than sighs. <br /> <br />In the deserted park, silent and vast, <br />Two spectres conjured up the buried past. <br /> <br />'Our ancient ecstasy, do you recall?' <br />'Why, pray, should I remember it at all?' <br /> <br />'Does still your heart at mention of me glow? <br />Do still you see my soul in slumber?' 'No!' <br /> <br />'Ah, blessed, blissful days when our lips met! <br />You loved me so!' 'Quite likely,--I forget.' <br /> <br />'How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!' <br />'The sky grew black, the hope became despair.' <br /> <br />Thus walked they 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead, <br />And Night alone o'erheard the things they said.<br /><br />Paul Verlaine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colloque-sentimental/
