To William Stanley Braithwaite + 

When time has rocked the present age to sleep, + 

And lighter hearts are lilting to the sway + 

Of rhythmic poesy’s enhanced lay, + 

Recurring sequences shall fitly keep + 

Your fame eternal, as they lightly sweep + 

Aside the curtain to that potent day + 

When you in primal fervor led the way + 

Unto Apollo’s narrow winding steep. + 

None shall forget your travail, utter, sore, + 

That oped the golden avenue of song, + 

When, like a knight, so errantly you bore + 

The mantled children valiantly along, + 

Their homage as a rising incense sweet + 

Shall permeate the heavens at your feet! + 