Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Song: "She is a maid of artless grace" lyrics

She is a maid of artless grace, Gentle in form, and fair of face, Tell me, thou ancient mariner,   That sailest on the sea, If ship, or sail or evening star   Be half so fair as she! Tell me, thou gallant cavalier,   Whose shining arms I see, If steel, or sword, or battle-field   Be half so fair as she! Tell me, thou swain, that guard'st thy flock   Beneath the shadowy tree, If flock, or vale, or mountain-ridge   Be half so fair as she!