euterpe

Euterpe glanced her fingers o'er her lute
And lightly waked it to a cheerful strain
Then laid it by, and took the mellow flute
Whose softly flowing warble filled the plain;
It was a lay that roused the drooping soul,
And bade the tear of sorrow cease to flow;
From shady woods the nymphs enchanted stole,
while laughing cupids bent the silver bow
Fluttering like fays that flit in Luna's softened glow

from An Ode To Music
James G Percival
Euterpe (by the way) is the muse from greek mythology, for music.