It was all in my head far from the tail
But another philosophy and a far fetched fairytale
I gave it a time though it was my only clock
And it started to rain on me even harder when I try to block,
...
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.