To____. (Music, when soft voices die...)
By Percy Bysshe 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 belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Published 1824.
Source Book
The Lyrics and Shorter Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Copyright 1907, reprinted 1913
Published by London: J.M. Dent & Sons, Ltd.
New York: E.P. Dutton & Co.
