A Day Will Pass Through Ages

A day will pass through ages of sweet youth
Before it finds furling of its whisper,
And all is under there in earth's bucktooth
The clearer it comes and much more crisper;
The deep sea dwells in each new thought to tell
Like morning comes after a fortnight dead,
And casts its stage its age into a whirlpool spell
Cry of gulls that know what's been aforesaid.
Nothing connects nothing on the margate sands
Undid the time the trams and dusty trees,
Give thoughts to the ways no one understands
For a sentence may connect when it frees;
Expect not to be what is there in promised:
The bells pealing and the accompanist.