To yield old harmonies, the songs grow dumb
For weariness, and all the old spells lose
The first enchantment? Yet this they must be:
Love is but mortal, save in memory.
John Payne (A Farewell).
Aux coeurs blessés—l’ombre et le silence.
(For the wounded heart—shade and silence.)
Balzac (Le Médecin de Campagne).