1.
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, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
2.
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams... Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it seems.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
3.
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
4.
A breath of our inspiration
Is the life of each generation;
A wondrous thing of our dreaming
Unearthly, impossible seeming —
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their present,
And their work in the world be done.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
5.
A breath of our inspiration / Is the life of each generation.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
6.
O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go, / And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
7.
But on one man's soul it hath broken, / A light that doth not depart; / And his look, or a word he hath spoken, / Wrought flame in another man's heart.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
8.
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.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
9.
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
