Most wounds can Time repair; <br />But some are mortal -- these: <br />For a broken heart there is no balm, <br />No cure for a heart at ease -- <br /> <br />At ease, but cold as stone, <br />Though the intellect spin on, <br />And the feat and practiced face may show <br />Nought of the life that is gone; <br /> <br />But smiles, as by habit taught; <br />And sighs, as by custom led; <br />And the soul within is safe from damnation, <br />Since it is dead.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-ease/
