MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the scent they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
[00:09.83]MUSIC, when soft voices die,
[00:13.22]Vibrates in the memory;
[00:15.99]Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
[00:19.02]Live within the scent they quicken.
[00:22.32]Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
[00:24.90]Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
[00:28.34]And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
[00:31.87]Love itself shall slumber on.
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