In the ancient, frozen, solitary park
Two figures passed anon—now mark!;
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Their eyes are dead, their lips are soft and gray;
One scarce can hear the words they say!
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In the ancient, frozen, solitary park;
Two ghosts evoke the past—oh, hark!
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“Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow?
Seest thou my soul in dreams, dear?”—“No.”
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“Ah! the fair days of joyance and of gree
When our mouths kissed, ah, kissed!”—“Maybe!”
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“How blue the sky was, as our hope was clear!”
“Hope has gone down to Hell’s nadir.”
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So, in the foolish aleys they conferred,
And only midnight overheard.