I heard a maid with her guitar

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.