Percy Bysshe Shelly
music,when soft voices die,
vibrates in the memory ;
odours ,when sweet violets shaken,
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 art gone,
love itself shall slumber on.
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