Music, when soft voices die
Percy Bysshe Shelley · 1820
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Percy Bysshe Shelley. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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 art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.