Where art thou?
More aged than our planet Aqua
Having shed Earth-like quirks and idiosyncrascies over billions of years
To avoid jolting us with quakes or roasting us with lava
...
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.