The wizard Harpers play for me, I wear a crown upon my head, A princess in eternity, I dance and revel with the dead .
"The Inn of Dreams"
Olive Custance
She thought of the streets of gold on which her mother was walking-pure gold, not like the tinsel and gilt of the theatre; she thought of the white robe, clean and fair, in which her mother was dressed, so unlike her little tumbled, soiled frock; she thought of the new song her mother was singing, so different from the coarse, low songs that were being sung in the theatre; she thought of the music to which her mother was listening, the voice of Harpers harping with their harps, and she thought how different it was from the noisy band close to her, and from the clanging music which her father's company was making.
"A Peep Behind the Scenes"
Mrs. O. F. Walton
The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like Harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow