Drenching the earth in the freshest ultraviolet radiation,
Is the cherry faced Sun,flush with exultation
Brimming with exuberance our feather-friends fly from afar,
Flapping their colourful plumes
...
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.