---

Thomas Moore - The Origin of the Harp
Work rating: Low

Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee 
Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea; 
And who often, at eve, through the bright waters roved, 
To meet, on the green shore, a youth whom she loved. 

But she loved him in vain, for he left her to weep, 
And in tears, all the night, her gold tresses to steep, 
Till heaven look`d with pity on true-love so warm, 
And changed to this soft Harp the sea-maiden`s form. 

Still her bosom rose fair — still her cheeks smiled the same — 
While her sea-beauties gracefully form`d the light 
And her hair, as, let loose, o`er her white arm it fell, 
Was changed to bright chords uttering melody`s spell.

Hence it came, that this soft Harp so long hath been known 
To mingle love`s language with sorrow`s sad tone; 
Till thou didst divide them, and teach the fond lay 
To speak love when I`m near thee, and grief when away.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.