B-Bothered we were when his presence was no where to be found
E-Eternity our sadness was when he left
N-Not knew, he came to spend a winkle
of an eyes with us
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.