Quote of the MonthMusic, 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 heaped for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. - Percy Bysshe Shelly, "Music when Soft Voices Die (To --)"
The Dive - 6/1/22
The Dive - 6/1/22
The Dive - 6/1/22
Quote of the MonthMusic, 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 heaped for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. - Percy Bysshe Shelly, "Music when Soft Voices Die (To --)"