For school right now we are studying the poetry of Lord Byron, and as I was reading a few today, I came across this one. I think it’s pretty good, particularly the reference to harps 
To those of you who don’t know, I have bought a harp, though it is still in the making. Today I’ll start sanding the soundbox, if I have time. I hope to have it finished soon, so I can start learning how to play it.
Anyway, this is the poem I read:
My Soul is Dark (from Hebrew Melodies)
My soul is dark–Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o’er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first;
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence long;
And now ’tis doom’d to know the worst,
And break at once–or yield to song.
