Sir Walter Scott 
The Lady of the Lake annotated by William J. Rolfe 

’Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung

On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan’s spring

And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,

Till envious ivy did around thee cling,

Muffling with verdant ringlet every string, —

O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep?

Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring,

Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,

Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep?’