[00:09.83]MUSIC, when soft voices die,[00:13.22]Vibrates in the memory;[00:15.99]Odours, when sweet violets sicken,[00:19.02]Live within the scent they quicken.[00:22.32]Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,[00:24.90]Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;[00:28.34]And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,[00:31.87]Love itself shall slumber on.[00:34.81]