For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth. |
For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth. |
Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling unknown shore; Bring us hither your sun and your summers; And renew our world as of yore; You shall teach us your song's new numbers, And things that we dreamed not before: Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers, And a singer who sings no more. |
If you go over desert and mountain,
Far into the country of Sorrow, To-day and to-night and to-morrow, And maybe for months and for years; You shall come with a heart that is bursting For trouble and toiling and thirsting, You shall certainly come to the fountain At length, -- to the Fountain of Tears. |
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 are the music makers, And we are the dreamer of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it se |
What man is able to master
And stem the great Fountain of Tears? |
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities. |