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.