WHAT will spring up from the beating of the pulse

And strange things wrought within the hollow skull,

Sea's quivering onset which dead rocks repulse

And the unanswered clamour of the gull ?

One Life within the winding sheet of lives,"

Some warmth of thought in embers of a world,

Beauty kept out by selves, lusts, hates and shives,

A lone quest through unheeding ages whirled.