We are the music-makers, br And we are the dreamers of dreams, br Wandering by lone sea-breakers, br And sitting by desolate streams. br World-losers and world-forsakers, br Upon whom the pale moon gleams; br Yet we are the movers and shakers, br Of the world forever, it seems. br br With wonderful deathless ditties br We build up the world's great cities, br And out of a fabulous story br We fashion an empire's glory: br One man with a dream, at pleasure, br Shall go forth and conquer a crown; br And three with a new song's measure br Can trample an empire down. br br We, in the ages lying br In the buried past of the earth, br Built Nineveh with our sighing, br And Babel itself with our mirth; br And o'erthrew them with prophesying br To the old of the new world's worth; br For each age is a dream that is dying, br Or one that is coming to birth.