Harp of the winds! In airy measure
Thy strings when viewless fingers move,
Unfolding all thy tuneful treasure,
Thy cadence wild I dearly love.

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 The sounds, all earthly sounds excelling,
 Our wand'ring thoughts to heav'n recall;
 Now softly sighing, loudly swelling,
 Lost in many a dying fall.

Harp of the winds! While, pensive musing,
I mark thy deep impassion'd strain,
When trees their summer beauty losing,
With yellow leaves bestrew the plain.

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Harp of the winds! While, faintly beaming,
Yon moon hangs o'er the ruined tower,
And flitting shadows dimly gleaming,
Seem subject to thy magic power.

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