Colloque Sentimental by Paul VerlaineIn the old park, deserted in the frostIn the old park, deserted in the frostIn the old park, deserted in the frost

In the old park, deserted in the frost

A while ago two shapes came drifting past

Their eyes have died, their lips become so weak

That they can hardly speak

In the old park in the frost

A ghost was reminiscing to a Ghost

-Can you recall our ectasy of long ago ?

-Why stir the memory? why do you want know ?

-Does your heart still beat at the mention of my name as ever ?

Do you still see my spirit in your dreams-No never.

-O lovely days of speechless happiness

When our mouths met! - Speechless? Perhaps it was.

-How blue the sky was  and what hopes we had !

-Hope ran away to the black sky defeated

So they walk on in the self-seeding grass

With only night to hear them as they pass.

Paul Verlaine