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Music, when soft voices die

 

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 heaped for the beloved's bed

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

 

By

Percy Bysshe Shelley