Split the Lark lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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