The music makers
We are the music makers
And we are the dreamers of dreams.
Wandering by lonely sea breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World losers and world forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world, forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up with world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample an empire down.
We in the ages lying,
In the buried part of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth
And o’erthrew them with prophesying,
To the old of the new world’s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur O’Shaugnessy (1844-1881)
Thanks to Carlo for pointing this out to me.
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Comment by UberKuh — March 16, 2006 @ 2:09 am
Oooh! That’s one of my high school favorites! Cool for digging that up, it’s awesome to read it again. :)
Comment by Jenna — March 16, 2006 @ 10:03 am