Love
Song: She is a maid of artless grace
From Translations
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!
Codex Note
Translated by Longfellow from the Spanish (original author not named in the source)
Cite this poem
MLA
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “Song: She is a maid of artless grace.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/340/.
Chicago
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “Song: She is a maid of artless grace.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/340/.
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