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Poetry · PoemMusic, when Soft Voices die
Percy Bysshe ShelleyBritish RomanticismPoem
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SOURCE TEXT · English original
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.
Cultural readingReading the poem
Music, scent, and rose leaves outlast their immediate forms; the final address imagines love resting upon the thoughts left by someone who is gone.
Language notesText and edition
The English text follows the fixed historical witness in The Oxford Book of English Verse; no modern third-party translation is included.