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… - Arthur O'Shaughnessy

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams...
Yet we are the movers and shakers
of the world for ever, it seems.

The stars are dimly seen among the shadows of the bay, And lights that win are seen in strife with lights that die away.

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 a kingdom down.

And therefore to-day is thrilling With a past day's late fulfilling; And the multitudes are enlisted In the faith that their fathers resisted, And, scorning the dream of to-morrow, Are bringing to pass, as they may, In the world, for its joy or its sorrow, The dream that was scorned yesterday.