DOES the harp of Rosa slumber? Once it breathed the sweetest number! Never does a wilder song Steal the breezy lyre along, When the wind, in odours dying, Wooes it with enamour'd sighing. Does the harp of Rosa cease? Once it told a tale of peace To her lover's throbbing breast -- Then he was divinely blest! Ah! but Rosa loves no more, Therefore Rosa's song is o'er; And her harp neglected lies; And her boy forgotten sighs. Silent harp -- forgotten lover -- Rosa's love and song are over! |