ODE
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
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 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 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.
A breath of our inspiration,
Is the life of each generation.
A wondrous thing of our dreaming,
Unearthly, impossible seeming-
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their present,
And their work in the world be done.
They had no vision amazing
Of the goodly house they are raising.
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the land to which they are going:
But on one man's soul it hath broke,
A light that doth not depart
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man's heart.
And therefore today 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 tomorrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for it's joy or it's sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.
But we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing;
O men! It must ever be
That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.
For we are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry-
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.
Great hail! we cry to the corners
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 dreamt not before;
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.
(1844 - 1881)
This is my favorite poem it really speaks to the poet/musician/artisan and the weight that the arts carry in culture and politics. The opening lines are probably the most quoted, and I've placed links to the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (where I originally heard it quoted). "We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreamers," are beautiful but in my humble opinion it is all to often that I find that dreamers often waste time with words and ideas that lack actions, O'Shaughnessy however sums up the first stanza by saying "Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it seems." Very interesting, and very moving.
The power of the tongue however is something that is all too often overlooked and disregarded.
James chapter 3 verses 2-12 says that the tongue is like a fire, after stating that even just a small spark can set the greatest of forests ablaze. Ships are steered by the smallest of rudders, and horses led by tiny bits in the mouth. Yet, the out of the mouth we simultaneously bless the Lord and Father while turning around and cursing our fellow man in nearly the same breath. A fountain cannot, and does not, outflow freshwater and bitter water. We need to be aware of our words and our actions, and make sure (as I have mentioned in earlier posts) that we are not aimlessly running (our mouth, our body, our life) or beating the air without meaning. Take control of your actions and your life, let Christ be the center, and discipline yourself to lose the duality of your mouth. For the mouths of the righteous (those harmonious with God) bring forth skillful and godly Wisdom, but the perverse tongue shall be cut down [like a barren and rotten tree].
Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. God Bless you!