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 heaped f… more →
Pet Memorial Worldpetmemorialworld wrote 1 year ago: MUSIC, WHEN SOFT VOICES DIE Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory. Odours, when sweet … more →
petmemorialworld wrote 1 year ago: TO ONE IN PARADISE Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine- A green isle in the s … more →
petmemorialworld wrote 1 year ago: DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. … more →
petmemorialworld wrote 1 year ago: A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING… Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I … more →