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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 heaped for the beloved’s bed; So thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Percy Bysshe Shelley