Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

To... (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 heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

1. Wine Of The Fairies
2. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
3. Letter To Maria Gisborne
4. Bereavement
5. Homer's Hymn to Minerva

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