Music, When Soft Voices Die Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, When Soft Voices Die

Rating: 3.2


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.

Music, When Soft Voices Die
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sonny Faolan 14 August 2009

this is so sad and nostalgic! i love the way he closed it: 'love itself shall slumber on.'.

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Sagnik Chakraborty 10 September 2014

I've loved this 8-line verse by Shelley ever since I first read it in my school days. What an ending! PBS lives on in our hearts.

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Akhtar Jawad 22 May 2014

I read this poem when I was a college student. Like love at first sight this poem made a place in my heart and and soul. Yes, I love this poem. I have no reasons for this love, but I shall continue loving this poem. It is my teen aged love.

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Athanasius Okowa 02 August 2015

finally I find a love poem I can commit to memory

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Brian Jani 19 June 2014

Odours, when sweet violets sicken, thats poetry right there

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Solomon Senxer 14 September 2019

A very mind captivating poem!

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Lily T 20 March 2019

Omg this inspired me to write poems and now I have a passion for music spring and nature

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Tom Allport 23 December 2016

everything leaves a footprint, whether it's physical or spiritual it does not matter.

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Alisha Castle 28 December 2015

awesome poetry..........

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Walter Crawford 20 November 2015

One word encapsulates the feeling within this lovely poem - BEAUTIFUL

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