Music When Soft Voices Die by Percy Bysshe Shelley at Spillwords.com

Music When Soft Voices Die

Music When Soft Voices Die 

a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

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 belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

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