With a sardonic heart she danced,
Obeying and paying homage to the god's,
She danced,at last she danced,
Thrusting herself to their will on the floor,
...
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.