poem sharing
by Perch Bysshe Shelley
Not feeling too well today, i guess i am going through food poisoning process from the food of New Delhi, India. Don't feel like and can't write anything .I received 2 beautiful poems by Perch Bysshe Shelley from Peg .Just wanna share with everyone.
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 art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
I FEAR
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden;
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burthen thine.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Thou needest not fear mine;
Innocent is the heart's devotion
With which I worship thine.
By P. B. Shelley
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