Atlanta Sacred Chorale
music when soft voices die
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Music when Soft Voices Die
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memoryâ
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.