Another Fragment: To Music
No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.' Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self, Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.' Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self, Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.
Shelley’s fragment gently pushes back against the familiar line from Shakespeare’s *Twelfth Night*, where music is called the food of love. Here, the speaker suggests that love doesn’t need an outside meal—it can feed on its own sweetness until it transforms into the very thing music murmurs about.
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