How can I forget the past and move on?
Therein lies the best memories I could think of
The good old days before technology triumphed
And played a role in the decadence of our world.
...
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.