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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

To ———

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)

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 heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone

Love itself shall slumber on.