106 The Future Poetry
heights in a luminous ether and are lost there, unintelligible to
contemporary humanity, only now beginning to return to us
with their message. Keats, the youngest and in many directions
the most gifted of these initiators, enters the secret temple of
ideal Beauty, but has not time to find his way into the deepest
mystic sanctuary. In him the spiritual seeking stops abruptly
short and prepares to fall away down a rich sensuous incline to
a subsequent poetry which turns from it to seek poetic Truth or
pleasure through the senses and an artistic or curiously observing
or finely psychologising intellectualism. This dawn has no noon,
hardly even a morning.