But pleasure here I have exhumed! Yet, that this birthright attends, I fear, consumed. I have not wasted any time, save for that which willed my will to act. And even then when thin walls held back, a stream of things and words in kind. What subtle forces nature will create! though appearances suggest another course I fought and fled, ambivalent and coarse Though resisting the artificial's bait. But its pain through here that I have found! Discovered a world beating, underground.