Music, When Soft Voices Die - Percy Bysshe Shelley - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory - Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they 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. 부드러운 음성 사라지면 - 퍼시 비시 셸리 - ..
