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 thrilled all day, Sits hushed 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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 31 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT BLIND FOLK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |