Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

Here you will find the Poem We Are the Music-Makers of poet Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

We Are the Music-Makers

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. 

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.