Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems
"Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought."
"Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought."
"Music, When Soft Voices DieMusic, 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 belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on."