I Heard a Maid With Her Guitar
(Rondel.)
I heard a maid with her guitar
Who played, like Orpheus, to the wind,
And sent 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 played, 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 played, like Orpheus, to the wind.
Clinton Scollard.