Does the harp of Rosa slumber?
Once it breathed the sweetest slumber!
Never does a wilder song
Steal the breezy lyre along,
When the wind, in odours dying, 
Woos it with enamour'd sighing. 

Does the harp of Rosa cease?
Once it told a tale of peace, 
To her lover's throbbing breast --
Then he was divinely blest!
Ah! but Rosa loves no more,
Therefore Rosa's song is o'er!
And her harp neglected lies;
And her boy forgotten sighs.
Silent harp – forgotten lover --
Rosa's love and song are over!