Classic Poem

In a lonely, frozen park,
Two phantoms wander by.

Their mouths are slack, their eyes are dead,
Their words are barely heard.

In a lonely, frozen park,
Two shadows whisper of the past.

"Love, do you remember our old ecstasy?"
"Why should I?"

"Does your heart leap when you hear my name?
In dreams do you still see my soul?" "No."

"What gallant days, what bliss beyond words,
Lips joined to lips." "Perhaps."

"How blue the sky, how bright our hope was then."
"Hope, in defeat, has fled. The sky is black."

Night alone hears them as they stroll
Through the wild oats.