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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 heapīd for the belovedīs bed; And so thy thoughts when thou are gone, Love itself shall slumber on. by Percy Bysshe Shelley