TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE
TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE
When time has rocked the present age to sleep,And lighter hearts are lilting to the swayOf rhythmic poesy's enhanced lay,Recurring sequences shall fitly keepYour fame eternal, as they lightly sweepAside the curtain to that potent dayWhen you in primal fervor, led the wayUnto 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 boreThe mantled children valiantly along,Their homage as a rising incense sweetShall permeate the heavens at your feet!
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