Music, When Soft Voices Die
by Percy Rysshe Shelley
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.
(ŠEAM 1997-1999..(with exception where noted).. if you want one ASK!! please.. do unto others.. *smiles* thanks.. oh yeah.. and the newest ones, for the most part, are at the top of thier sections..)
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