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Music, When Soft Voices Die 

  Music, when soft voices die,
  Vibrates jin the memory-
  Odours , when sweet violets sicken,
  Live within the sense they quicken.

  Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
  Are heaped for the belovèd`s bed;
  And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, 
  Love itself shall slumber on.