Serenade (Cornwall)

Inesilla! I am hereThy own cavalierIs now beneath thy lattice playing:Why art thou delaying?

He hath riden many a mileBut 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 abideEven before the eye of morning,And want no adorning.

Now, upon their paths of lights,Starry spirits brightTo catch thy brighter glance are staying:Why art thou delaying ?