MUSIC WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE (TO –) - by Percy Bysshe Shelley

MUSIC  WHEN  SOFT  VOICES  DIE   (TO –)   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.