The festive sounds are silent, and the tents have moldered away; the Duke of Brabant, the hero Gachmuret, and the fair Queen have been dead for hundreds of years; no one speaks of Kanvoleis or of the tournament for the hand of Queen Herzeloyde. Nothing has remained but their names, which sound strange and antiquated to our ears, and the young knight’s verses. They are still sung.
-Chagrin d’Amour, Hermann Hesse
Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,
Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie.
Plaisir d’Amour, Joan Baez (1966)