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.
poem no. 861, c. 1864
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.
poem no. 861, c. 1864