Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, <br /> The sun has left the lea, <br /> The orange flower perfumes the bower, <br /> The breeze is on the sea. <br /> The lark his lay who thrill'd all day <br /> Sits hush'd his partner nigh: <br /> Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, <br /> But where is County Guy? <br /> <br /> The village maid steals through the shade, <br /> Her shepherd's suit to hear; <br />To beauty shy, by lattice high, <br /> Sings high-born Cavalier. <br />The star of Love, all stars above <br /> Now reigns o'er earth and sky; <br />And high and low the influence know-- <br /> But where is County Guy?<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/country-guy/
