Dear Downfaller, I don't really know what to say to you
As I try to go up you try hard to bring me down
You do your best to bring me down for sure
For me to feel that , that's the end.
...
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.