love itself shall slumber on...

I used part of this quote in my blog today (throwback to middle school English, anyone?), but I think the poem as a whole relates to jan's last entry and I especaially resonate with the last two lines. It's all about heightening our senses so that when we are physically apart from something or someone we can still remember how we felt when we were together.

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 belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

-- Percy Bysshe Shelley