Serenade (Cornwall)

For works with similar titles, see Serenade.
Inesilla! I am here Thy own cavalier Is now beneath thy lattice playing: Why art thou delaying?
He hath riden many a mile But to see thy smile: The young light on the flowers is shining, Yet he is repining.
What to him is a summer star, If his love's afar? What to him the flowers perfuming, When his heart's consuming?
Sweetest girl! I why dost thou hide? Beauty may abide Even before the eye of morning, And want no adorning.
Now, upon their paths of lights, Starry spirits bright To catch thy brighter glance are staying: Why art thou delaying ?

This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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