II.

Whilest thus I looked, loe! adowne the lee* I sawe an Harpe, stroong all with silver twyne, And made of golde and costlie yvorie, 605 Swimming, that whilome seemed to have been The harpe on which Dan Orpheus was seene Wylde beasts and forrests after him to lead, But was th’harpe of Philisides** now dead. [* _Lee_, surface of the stream.] [** _Phili-sid-es_, Sir Philip Sidney]

At length out of the river it was reard, 610 And borne above the cloudes to be divin’d, Whilst all the way most heavenly noyse was heard Of the strings, stirred with the warbling wind, That wrought both ioy and sorrow in my mind: So now in heaven a signe it doth appeare, 615 The Harpe well knowne beside the Northern Beare.