(14 March 1844 – 30 January 1881 / London)

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.

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Comments (5)

Goosebumps here. Richly descriptive; A poet's dream! Our poems shall live on, long after we are gone. I'm still new enough to this site (since March 13th) that I only just discovered this feature, but this one is going in my favourite poems list!
I.like this poem, i can relate to it
The version posted elsewhere on this site (http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-2/) is more correct. There, the sixth line reads, 'On whom the pale moon gleams' not 'Upon whom the pale moon gleams' as it appears here.
One of my favorites.always a ten! ! !
This isn't the full poem. Do you know of anywhere that has the full thing?