Music when soft voices die vibrates in the memory

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Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed. Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Sometimes Even Drinking Doesn't Provide Much Of A Respite. Three Songs With Viola Frank Bridge.
Music when soft voices die vibrates in the memory
There Is An Angel At Your Side To Protect Your Soul While Your Heart Is Fading Away. When Even Drinking Doesn't Provide Much Of A Respite. And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Could you please explain the red line to me.