by Clinton Scollard (1860 - 1932)

I heard a maid with her guitar
Language: English 
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.

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This text was added to the website: 2018-01-09
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Word count: 97