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 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?

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