Music When Soft Voices Die - Percy Byshhe Shelley

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.
                                                              1824

first printed in Mary Shelley's edition of Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley (1824)