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 heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
beautiful photo!
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Thanks. 🙂
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wonderful photo like an old painting and beautiful poem
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Thank you.
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“Love itself shall slumber on” ….. Maverick, you really are getting deep over here. You are giving me “food for thought”. LOVE this shot! Hoping you are having a wonderful day! Love, Amy
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Not sure about deep but slumberin’ on for sure. 🙂 Hope that you also had a wonderful day and thank you Amy.
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You are so very welcome, Maverick! 🙂 With Love, Amy
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What a lovely ensemble.
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Thank you Jann.
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Gorgeous1
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Thanks Love Happy. 🙂
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Wonderful photo and a highly evocative poem by Shelley.
Thanks for sharing, Maverick.
Best wishes to you, Aquileana 😀
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Thanks Aquileana. 🙂
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