The Winged Beetle

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