Sir Walter Scott

A Serenade

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 thrill’d all day,
    Sits hush’d his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
    But where is County Guy?

The village maid steals through the shade
    Her shepherd’s suit to hear;
To Beauty shy, by lattice high,
    Sings high-born cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above,
    Now reigns o’er earth and sky,
And high and low the influence know—
    But where is County Guy?