Call frailty a detached bud br And call the flower a frame of grace br Call the leaf a medium br And call the wind a messenger, br br Let the readers of all those lines to come br Know of your birth in the land of glory br As brother to a poet and father to a daydream br As friend to a thinker and son to another dream br br And then let them those soldiers of peace br Live in that promised land of art br Where I will become a poet br And you will become my brother.