Harp

"I lay my harp on the curved table, Sitting there idly, filled only with emotions. Why should I trouble to play? A breeze will come and sweep the strings."

"In Paradise they no more look awry; and though they make anew, they make no lie. Be sure they still will make, not being dead, and poets shall have flames upon their head, and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall: there each shall choose for ever from the All."

"21 And his brother's name was : he was the father of all such as handle the harp and ."

"7 Sing unto the with thanks- giving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:"