Tag: Percy Shelley

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 Shelley

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither’d leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Percy Shelley, Ode to the West Wind