MUSIC WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY
Music when soft voices die
vibration in the memory
Odours when sweet violets sickens
Live within the sense they quicken
Rose leaves when the rose is dead
Are heaped for the beloved bed
And so thy thoughts when thou art gone
Love itself shall slumber on....
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY
Music when soft voices die
vibration in the memory
Odours when sweet violets sickens
Live within the sense they quicken
Rose leaves when the rose is dead
Are heaped for the beloved bed
And so thy thoughts when thou art gone
Love itself shall slumber on....
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