Poem – 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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