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. Votes: 17
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. Votes: 7
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. Votes: 6
A breath of our inspiration Is the life of each generation; A wondrous thing of our dreaming Unearthly, impossible seeming â 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. Votes: 3
For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. Votes: 3
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Votes: 1
A breath of our inspiration / Is the life of each generation... Votes: 0
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. Votes: 0
O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go, / And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow. Votes: 0