"Hunting Horns" by Guillaume Apollinaire

our story is noble and tragic
like the mask of a tyrant
no hazardous or magical drama
no indifferent detail
makes our love pathetic

and Thomas de Qunicy drinking
the opium sweet and chaste
went to his poor Anne dreaming
come on let's go everything does
i'll go back often

memories are hunting horns
whose sound dies in the wind