Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — Song: She is a maid of artless grace

She is a maid of artless grace, Gentle in form, and fair of face, Tell me, thou ancient mariner,        &nbsp That sailest on the sea, If ship, or sail or evening star        &nbsp Be half so fair as she! Tell me, thou gallant cavalier,        &nbsp Whose shining arms I see, If steel, or sword, or battle-field        &nbsp Be half so fair as she! Tell me, thou swain, that guard'st thy flock        &nbsp Beneath the shadowy tree, If flock, or vale, or mountain-ridge        &nbsp Be half so fair as she!