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10.1.05

. . . apposite

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.

- percy bysshe shelley

tGo at 06:26