Music, When Soft Voices Die: Percy Shelley
Posted on: 31 August 2007
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 are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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4 Responses to "Music, When Soft Voices Die: Percy Shelley"
2 | Diane
1 September 2007 at 18:23
He broke my heart in this – AGAIN! Wonderful words to go with wonderful pictures.
3 | Anonymous
4 September 2007 at 11:40
Ann
Re previous post and poem : was that the poem quoted in Truly, Madly , Deeply
This one I know – is the film Desire?
4 | Black Cinderfella
14 September 2007 at 03:51
I think we have a lot incommon. I am a dreamer and hopeless romantic as well. Apparently, we like the same actor (I am a fan of Law in Order). I am a dreamer who is beginning to realize that dreams are something rare in this dark world; but God’s light shines brightly. Please come back to visit soon!
at home with ann 
1 September 2007 at 16:58
One of my favourite poems, by my favourite poet, with pictures of my favourite actor. Perfect or what?