Music, when Soft Voices die
1792-1822
MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
DayPoems Poem No. 570
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/570.html">Music, when Soft Voices die by Percy Bysshe Shelley</a>
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