A Serenade

By Sir Walter Scott

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 trill’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?