Let the harp be mute for ever, <br />Rosa wakes no more the strain, <br />All its strings asunder sever, <br />Rosa will not sing again: <br />Let those blooming chaplets perish, <br />That crown'd it in its hour of joy, <br />Nor ought remain the thought to cherish, <br />Of her, that could my peace destroy. <br /> <br /> <br />O! may no wand'ring breeze awaken, <br />The echo of its slumb'ring strings, <br />When by the zephyrs pinion shaken, <br />It seems as if a spirit sings! <br />Why should I feel a thrill of pleasure? <br />Condemn'd from every hope to part: <br />Why doat on melody's soft measure? <br />With desolation in my heart.<br /><br />Lady Caroline Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-the-harp-be-mute-forever/
