Than this strange human bard,’ he cried;
And caught the silver harp away,
And, weeping over the white strings, hurled
It down in a leaf-hid hollow place
That kept dim waters from the sky;
And each one said with a long, long sigh,
‘O saddest harp in all the world,
Sleep there till the moon and the stars die!’
And now still sad we came to where
A beautiful young man dreamed within