Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Music, When Soft Voices Die - Poem 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 beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Form: Sonnet

Comments about Music, When Soft Voices Die by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Tom Allport (12/23/2016 9:55:00 AM)

    tom allport
    everything leaves a footprint, whether it's physical or spiritual it does not matter. (Report) Reply

    2 person liked.
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  • Alisha Castle (12/28/2015 11:46:00 AM)

    awesome poetry.......... (Report) Reply

  • Walter Crawford (11/20/2015 7:40:00 PM)

    One word encapsulates the feeling within this lovely poem - BEAUTIFUL (Report) Reply

  • Athanasius Okowa (8/2/2015 10:59:00 PM)

    finally I find a love poem I can commit to memory (Report) Reply

  • (4/20/2015 6:47:00 PM)

    PBS writes like no other. This poem is testament to that fact. Brilliant. (Report) Reply

  • Sagnik Chakraborty (9/10/2014 11:53:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (6/19/2014 12:00:00 PM)

    Odours, when sweet violets sicken, thats poetry right there (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (5/22/2014 5:02:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • (8/14/2009 12:08:00 PM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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