Music, When Soft Voices Die

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 beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Next 10 Poems

• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Mutability
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Night
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Ode To The West Wind
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : On A Dead Violet
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : On Death
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : One Sung Of Thee Who Left The Tale Untold
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : One Word Is Too Often Profaned
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Ozymandias
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Prometheus Unbound: Act I ( Excerpt )
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Queen Mab: Part Vi ( Excerpts )

Previous 10 Poems

• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Mont Blanc: Lines Written In The Vale Of Chamouni
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Mont Blanc
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Love's Philosophy
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Lines Written In The Bay Of Lerici
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Lines
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Julian And Maddalo ( Excerpt )
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Invocation
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : I Arise From Dreams Of Thee