“Mon cœur est un luth suspendu,

Sitôt qu’on le touche, il résonne.”

“Mon cœur est un luth suspendu, Sitôt qu’on le touche, il résonne.”

I can give no reason why these lines came to me at this time; and for that very cause I repeat them here. For all I know, they may serve to complete the impression in the mind of the reader, as they were certainly a part of it for me.