37 Days To Nieman

Arthur O'Shaughnessy, 1844-81:

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 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 we trample an empire down.

We in the ages lying,

In the buried past of the earth,

Built Nineveh with our sighing,

And Babel 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.