For how long will I wait in silence?
Will I ever feel your warmth again?
You left me broken by your absence, and torn by your elegance.
We had a perfect harmony, priceless moments and epic romance.
...
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.