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!