Oh my oh my, when I close my eyes.
Everything turns blank, darkness exposes from inside.
I feel dizzy, stumbling and shaky.
Yet I'm still standing, but it's aching.
...
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.