Thomas Moore - The Origin of the HarpThomas Moore - The Origin of the Harp
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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.
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