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.

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.

那架竖琴，曾经是塔拉庄园的厅堂里音乐的灵魂的源泉，现在却无声无息地挂在塔拉庄园的墙上，仿佛那灵魂已经逃走了。

-- Thomas Moore 托马斯·摩尔