118/366: Love Itself Shall Slumber On

Canon 60D – 60mm – ISO 800 – f/4.5 – 1/125 – WB:  Shade

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.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

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