Is the song of Rosa mute?

Once such lays inspired her lute!

Never doth a sweeter song

Steal the breezy lyre along,

When the wind, in odors dying,

Woos it with enamor'd sighing.

  Is my Rosa's lute unstrung?

Once a tale of peace it sung

To her lover's throbbing breast—

Then was he divinely blest!

Ah! but Rosa loves no more,

Therefore Rosa's song is o'er;

And her lute neglected lies;

And her boy forgotten sighs.

Silent lute—forgotten lover—

Rosa's love and song are over!