We are the music makers
and we are the bringers of dreams
wandering by cosmic ocean breakers
and contemplating by other-worldly sunlit streams.
World breakers and world creators
on whom myriad radiant stars gleam.
We are the movers and shakers
of worlds forever it seems.
We, in the ages lying,
in the buried past of the earth
built empires with our sighing
and nations with our mirth.
Then overthrew them with our prophesying
to the old of the new worlds worth.
For each age is a dream that is dying,
or one that is coming to birth.