The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._
