OdeWE 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-forsakers, 5
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, 10
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 15
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth; 20
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.
Ah, What a wonderful poem to read while drinking Yuengling at 2AM. "We are the music-makers, and the dreamers of dreams... Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it seems..." Sigh... just a dreamer. Such simple words combined to define the human condition of the modern world. I am addicted... well, to O'Shaughnessy- and of course popcorn.
They just started to sell Yuengling here in the South. Gotta love it. Anyway, will post the recipe for Toll House Peanut Butter & Milk Chocolate Popcorn tomorrow. I will enjoy my beer and di.fm radio. I love the minimal station and Bunni agrees.
Here is a little preview of my yum-dee-lish popcorn:
Music junkie. Poetry junkie. Junk-food junkie. Sigh, I am living proof of the seven deadly sins.
Goodnight and adieu my loves.
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