Nature
Split the lark and you'll find the music
Nature
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?
Cite this poem
MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “Split the lark and you'll find the music.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/342/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “Split the lark and you'll find the music.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/342/.
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