She is a maid of artless grace,
Gentle in form, and fair of face,
Tell me, thou ancient mariner,
That sailest on the sea,
If ship, or sail or evening star
Be half so fair as she!
Tell me, thou gallant cavalier,
Whose shining arms I see,
If steel, or sword, or battle-field
Be half so fair as she!
Tell me, thou swain, that guard'st thy flock
Beneath the shadowy tree,
If flock, or vale, or mountain-ridge
Be half so fair as she!
I am busy working to bring Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "She is a maid of artless grace" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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