I heard a maid with her guitar, Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind, And set forth rhythmic notes afar From out an arbor vine entwined She knew the god of love was blind And left her white heart gates ajar I heard a maid with her guitar, Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind. But, ah! Love's ears are keen as are The ears of shy pool-haunting hind, And when she closed her bosom's bar She found the god was there enshrined I heard a maid with her guitar, Who play'd like Orpheus to the wind.
- by Clinton Scollard (1860 - 1932) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Henry Kimball Hadley (1871 - 1937), "I heard a maid with her guitar", op. 44 no. 3, published 1909 [voice and piano], from Five songs, no. 3. [ sung text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2018-01-09
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Word count: 97