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Music, When Soft Voices Die

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.



Poem Music, When Soft Voices Die - Percy Bysshe Shelley