CAMELOT FANTASIES

you said you liked Percy's love poem "Love's philosophy".



here is another one by Percy:


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 beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.


- Percy Shelley