Prompt: **Upon a hill, where daisies bloom,
There sat a maid in golden light,
Her hair did shine, like threads of loom,
Her fingers danced, both soft and slight.**
**A lyre she held, of wood and gold,
Its strings did hum a gentle tune,
With every note, a tale was told,
A melody that matched the moon.**
**Her voice did rise, so pure, so clear,
Like whispers from the ancient glen,
And all who heard, both far and near,
Were lost within her song again.**
**The trees did bow, the winds did cease,
The rivers stilled to hear her play,
And in that moment, all was peace,
As night did fold the edge of day.**
**O maiden fair, with hair of sun,
Thy music sweet as honeyed dew,
In thy soft song, all hearts were won,
And dreams were born, both old and new.**
Prompt: **Upon a hill, where daisies bloom,
There sat a maid in golden light,
Her hair did shine, like threads of loom,
Her fingers danced, both soft and slight.**
**A lyre she held, of wood and gold,
Its strings did hum a gentle tune,
With every note, a tale was told,
A melody that matched the moon.**
**Her voice did rise, so pure, so clear,
Like whispers from the ancient glen,
And all who heard, both far and near,
Were lost within her song again.**
**The trees did bow, the winds did cease,
The rivers stilled to hear her play,
And in that moment, all was peace,
As night did fold the edge of day.**
**O maiden fair, with hair of sun,
Thy music sweet as honeyed dew,
In thy soft song, all hearts were won,
And dreams were born, both old and new.**
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Prompt:
**Upon a hill, where daisies bloom,
There sat a maid in golden light,
Her hair did shine, like threads of loom,
Her fingers danced, both soft and slight.**
**A lyre she held, of wood and gold,
Its strings did hum a gentle tune,
With every note, a tale was told,
A melody that matched the moon.**
**Her voice did rise, so pure, so clear,
Like whispers from the ancient glen,
And all who heard, both far and near,
Were lost within her song again.**
**The trees did bow, the winds did cease,
The rivers stilled to hear her play,
And in that moment, all was peace,
As night did fold the edge of day.**
**O maiden fair, with hair of sun,
Thy music sweet as honeyed dew,
In thy soft song, all hearts were won,
And dreams were born, both old and new.**
Modifiers:
bokeh
extremely detailed
fantasy
very attractive
dynamic lighting
hdr
cinematic postprocessing
acrylic art
Pre-Raphaelite
Sandro Botticelli
Amedeo Modigliani
Gian Lorenzo Bernini
Dorota Piotrowiak
fantasy
More about Oh Maiden Fair
O maiden fair, with hair of sun,
Thy music sweet as honeyed dew,
In thy soft song, all hearts were won,
And dreams were born, both old and new.
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