Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
Music, when Soft Voices die

MU-SIC, when soft voi-ces die,
Vi-brates in the me-mor-y;
O-dours, when sweet vio-lets sick-en,
Live with-in the sense they quick-en.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the be-lo-vèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love it-self shall slum-ber on.

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