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? __________________________________________________________________________________________ Ê ñïèñêó àâòîðîâ Ê ñïèñêó ïðîèçâåäåíèé