Thursday, June 7, 2012

For The Dream 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.
 
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
 

5 comments:

Molly said...

Lovely to hear from you Scarlett! I've heard snippets from that poem but never the whole thing----love it!

Cupcake Man said...

Deathless ditties indeed! Your hiatus was even longer than mine. How is the weather in your world?
PS I'm taking my act to Twitter too!

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Miss Molly!

Lovely to hear from you, too. I shall be over to visit you presently. ;D

XOXOXO


Hello Cupcake!

I will be glad to follow you on Twitter. The weather is good, with long warm days and brief nights.


Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Mark Flower said...

I prefer my dreams coming to birth with each age. Great choice of poem to post.

exskindiver said...

hi scarlett,
just thought i would drop in to say a quick hello!
I hope you've been well!