Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
To ———Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
M
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone
Love itself shall slumber on.