In journey of our friendship,
gloomy days were gone by your charm,
Loneliness never haunted me with your aura,
They joyous moment,I share with a best amigo like you,
...
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.