[贴图]Music, when soft voices die

末世雪莱

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense thy quicken.

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


By Percy Bysshe Shelley

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……这副画是纪伯伦《音乐短章》的封面啊~