Music, When Soft Voices Die Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, When Soft Voices Die

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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
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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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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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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Oduro Bright Amoh 20 April 2015

PBS writes like no other. This poem is testament to that fact. Brilliant.

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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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