Split the Lark – and
you′ll find the Music –
Bulb after Bulb, in
Silver rolled –
Scantily dealt to the
Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear, when
Lutes be old –

Loose the Flood –
you shall find it patent –
Gush after Gush,
reserved for you –
Scarlet Experiment!
Sceptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt
that your Bird was
true?