John Kenyon - To An Æolian Harp lyrics

Oh! breezy harp! that, with thy fond complaining, Hast held my willing ear this whole night long; Mourning, as one might deem, that pale moon's waning; Sole listener, oft, of thy melodious song; Sweet harp! if hushed awhile that tuneful sorrow, Which may not flow unintermitted still, A lover's prayer one strain, less sad, might borrow Of all thou pourest at thine own sweet will; Now when, her forehead in the moonlight beaming, Yon dark-tress'd maid, beneath the softening hour, As fain to lose no touch of thy sad streaming, Leans to the night from forth her latticed bower; And this low whispering air, and thy lorn ditty Around her heart their mingled spell have wove; Now cease awhile that lay, which plains for pity, To wake thy bolder song that tells of love.