They are soldiers, not with guns and ammo,
But only masks, gloves and gears as they go,
Armed with drugs, hope, and most of all courage
Against the viral enemy’s black rage.
...
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.