a poem for a special day


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 beloved’s bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 -1822)

taken from Love Poems, Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets

4 thoughts on “a poem for a special day

  1. A beautiful yet sad poem for your difficult day.
    May you ,Robert and the rest of the family find comfort in the knowledge that people who never even met your mother-in-law are thinking of her today.


  2. Was thinking of you you all yesterday – I lost my father late last year so know what you are all going through. As the pain eases it is less like a raging storm and more like a cloud passing over the sun.


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