Shelley / Music, when Soft Voices Die
Music, when Soft Voices die 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- 부드러운 음성이 사라져도 그 음악은 추억 ..
2012. 8. 15.