Music when Soft Voices Die 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 heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

4 thoughts on “Music when Soft Voices Die by Percy Bysshe Shelley”

BroadBlogs says:

Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Ileana says:

Un gand bun pentru o noapte binecuvantata! 🙂 ❤ * • ♫ ❤ ♫ ❤ ♫ • * ❤
A good thought for a blessed night!

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