The full sound of harps rings out
Algernon Bennet Langton Ashton
The full sound of harps rings out,
swelling one with love and yearning;
it pierces one to the heart, deeply and anxiously,
and leaves the eyes streaming.
O run, my tears, stream down;
o pound, my heart, and quiver!
Love and Happiness are buried in the grave;
lost is my life!