Once more, my harp! once more, although I thoughtNever to wake thy silent strings again,A wandering dream thy gentle chords have wrought,And my sad heart, which long hath dwelt in pain,Soars, like a wild bird from a cypress bough,Into the poet's Heaven, and leaves dull grief below - Caroline Norton
"The harp at Nature's advent strung has never ceased to play; the song the stars of morning sung has never died away."