There was a harp, whose magic tone,
Echoed my faintest words—
But Destiny's hand, with a ruthless touch,
Hath rent the golden chords.
IV.
There was a path like Eden's vale,
In which I was spell'd to stray,
But Destiny rose with a flaming sword
To guard that path alway.
V.
I've looked on eyes were like the star—
Their light is quench'd for me;
And a soul I have known like the golden harp
That breath'd but melody.
VI.
And moments bright as that dream-land
Where bloomed the radiant flower.
Oh! would I had died ere I felt the gloom
Of this dark, joyless hour.
VII.
Fatal the time I rais'd mine eyes
To eyes whose light hath blasted—
Yet ere I could turn from their glance away,
Life had with gazing wasted.