Along the tuneless notes, that only gave
Seldom responses to his wandering stave!




TO THE HARP


I

Jewel! that lay before the heart
Of some romantic boy,
And startled music in her home,
Of mystery and joy!


II

The image of his love was there;
And, with her golden wings,
She swept her tone of sorrow from
Thy melancholy strings!


III

We drew thee, as an orphan one,
From waters that had cast
No music round thee, as they went