Memorizing Mondays – Ode
by MW Cook
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-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, 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 the 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.
– Arthur O’Shaughnessy
I looked this up after hearing Gene Wilder quote a fragment of it as Willy Wonka. There are actually nine stanzas, though most publications only present the first three. Full of awesome lines and clever rhymes. It’s a fun one to recite. It’s also where we get the famous line, ‘movers and shakers.’