To Emilia V - by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)

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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 ...

(found in poemsdaily, submitted by soixantequatre)