The Poetry Corner

A Serenade

By Walter Scott (Sir)

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea. The lark, his lay who trilld all day, Sits hushd his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade Her shepherds suit to hear; To Beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born Cavalier. The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns oer earth and sky, And high and low the influence know, But where is County Guy?