MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the scent they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
[00:09.83]MUSIC, when soft voices die, [00:13.22]Vibrates in the memory; [00:15.99]Odours, when sweet violets sicken, [00:19.02]Live within the scent they quicken. [00:22.32]Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, [00:24.90]Are heap'd for the beloved's bed; [00:28.34]And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, [00:31.87]Love itself shall slumber on. [00:34.81]
