Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
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Omg this inspired me to write poems and now I have a passion for music spring and nature
everything leaves a footprint, whether it's physical or spiritual it does not matter.
One word encapsulates the feeling within this lovely poem - BEAUTIFUL
PBS writes like no other. This poem is testament to that fact. Brilliant.
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.
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.
this is so sad and nostalgic! i love the way he closed it: 'love itself shall slumber on.'.
A very mind captivating poem!