Sentimental Dialogue

In the old park, frozen and deserted,
Two shapes have just slipped by.

Their eyes are dead and their lips are limp,
And their words can scarcely be heard.

In the old park, frozen and deserted,
Two wraiths have recalled the past.

"Do you remember our old delight?"
"Why ever should I remember it?"

"Does your heart still throb at my very name?
Do you still see my soul in your dreams?" "No."

"Ah, the fine days of unspeakable joy
When our lips met!" "Perhaps."

"How beautiful the sky was, how great our hope!"
"Hope has Hed, defeated, to the dark sky."

They wandered on through the wild oats
And only the night listened to their words.