Why don't you just go ahead and walk off the cliff?
You know, you have already run out of the only if,
The only reason keeping you alive.
So why don't you give up and not survive?
...
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.