Pubescence Dawn's with a new hairy uneasiness:
The fact of life, the talk of a man.
Deep stature and a voice that cracks the Earth.
The perfume of life, or just a devilish odour.
...
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.