But a day must come
when the fire of youth
will be quenched in my veins,
when winter will dwell in my heart,
when his snow flakes will whiten my locks,
and his mists will dim my eyes.
Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave,
and I alone will remain
like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.
~Heinrich Heine, “Ideas: Book Le Grand,” 1826