Love Poetry :
Love Poems - 1800s :
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 heap´d for the beloved´s bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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