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 And by gleaming vale and vista Sits the English April's sister, Soft and sweet and wonderful! Just to rest beneath the burning Outer world—its sneers and spurning— Ah, my heart—my heart is yearning Still to be by Mooni cool!

ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY

1844-1881

828. Ode

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, 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.