Split the lark
And you'll find the music
Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled
Scantily dealt to the summer morning
Saved for your ear when lutes be old
Loose the flood
You shall find it patent
Gush after gush, reserved for you
Scarlet experiment, sceptic Thomas
Now, do you doubt that your bird was true?
Split the lark
And you'll find the music
Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled