Aye, and dead the notes did sound.
And I did string it then
With golden sun’s-threads,
And Passion killed the song.
Then did I to string it o’er—
And ’twer a jeweled string—
A chain o’ stars, and lo,
They laughed, and sorry wert the song.
And I did strip the harp and cast
The stars to merry o’er the Night;