musicmakers

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone 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 the 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 past 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.