by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Fugitives

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Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.

 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.