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.

# Shelley

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