{"id":276,"date":"2004-12-24T22:12:59","date_gmt":"2004-12-25T04:12:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.joewhite.com\/?p=276"},"modified":"2004-12-24T22:12:59","modified_gmt":"2004-12-25T04:12:59","slug":"we-are-the-music-makers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.joewhite.com\/ramble\/2004\/12\/we-are-the-music-makers\/","title":{"rendered":"We are the music makers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nCurrently watching <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0067992\">&#8220;Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory&#8221;<\/a> with Mom and Dad. In the scene with the flavored wallpaper, and Veruca Salt questions the existence of Shnozzberries, Willy Wonka replies, &#8220;We are the music makers, and we are the dreamer of dreams.&#8221;  Using our good friend <a href=\"http:\/\/www.google.com\/\">Google<\/a>, we come to learn that those are the opening words of Arthur O&#8217;Shunessy&#8217;s &#8216;Ode&#8217;:\n<\/p>\n<p>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/oldpoetry.com\/poetry\/6987\">Arthur William Edgar O&#8217;Shaunessy&#8217;s &#8216;Ode&#8217;<\/a> (from <a href=\"http:\/\/oldpoetry.com\/\">Oldpoetry.com<\/a>)\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWe are the music makers,<br \/>\n<br \/>And we are the dreamer of dreams,<br \/>\n<br \/>Wandering by lone sea-breakers,<br \/>\n<br \/>And sitting by desolate streams;<br \/>\n<br \/>World-losers and world-forsakers,<br \/>\n<br \/>On whom the pale moon gleams:<br \/>\n<br \/>Yet we are the movers and shakers<br \/>\n<br \/>Of the world for ever, it seems.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWith wonderful deathless ditties,<br \/>\n<br \/>We build up the world&#8217;s great cities,<br \/>\n<br \/>And out of a fabulous story<br \/>\n<br \/>We fashion an empire&#8217;s glory:<br \/>\n<br \/>One man with a dream, at pleasure,<br \/>\n<br \/>Shall go forth and conquer a crown;<br \/>\n<br \/>And three with a new song&#8217;s measure<br \/>\n<br \/>Can trample an empire down.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nWe, in the ages lying<br \/>\n<br \/>In the buried past of earth,<br \/>\n<br \/>Built Nineveh with our sighing,<br \/>\n<br \/>And Babel itself with our mirth;<br \/>\n<br \/>And o&#8217;erthrew them with prophesying<br \/>\n<br \/>To the old of the new world&#8217;s worth;<br \/>\n<br \/>For each age is a dream that is dying,<br \/>\n<br \/>Or one that is coming to birth.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nA breath of our inspiration,<br \/>\n<br \/>Is the life of each generation.<br \/>\n<br \/>A wondrous thing of our dreaming,<br \/>\n<br \/>Unearthly, impossible seeming-<br \/>\n<br \/>The soldier, the king, and the peasant<br \/>\n<br \/>Are working together in one,<br \/>\n<br \/>Till our dream shall become their present,<br \/>\n<br \/>And their work in the world be done.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nThey had no vision amazing<br \/>\n<br \/>Of the goodly house they are raising.<br \/>\n<br \/>They had no divine foreshowing<br \/>\n<br \/>Of the land to which they are going:<br \/>\n<br \/>But on one man&#8217;s soul it hath broke,<br \/>\n<br \/>A light that doth not depart<br \/>\n<br \/>And his look, or a word he hath spoken,<br \/>\n<br \/>Wrought flame in another man&#8217;s heart.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nAnd therefore today is thrilling,<br \/>\n<br \/>With a past day&#8217;s late fulfilling.<br \/>\n<br \/>And the multitudes are enlisted<br \/>\n<br \/>In the faith that their fathers resisted,<br \/>\n<br \/>And, scorning the dream of tomorrow,<br \/>\n<br \/>Are bringing to pass, as they may,<br \/>\n<br \/>In the world, for it&#8217;s joy or it&#8217;s sorrow,<br \/>\n<br \/>The dream that was scorned yesterday.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nBut we, with our dreaming and singing,<br \/>\n<br \/>Ceaseless and sorrowless we!<br \/>\n<br \/>The glory about us clinging<br \/>\n<br \/>Of the glorious futures we see,<br \/>\n<br \/>Our souls with high music ringing;<br \/>\n<br \/>O men! It must ever be<br \/>\n<br \/>That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,<br \/>\n<br \/>A little apart from ye.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nFor we are afar with the dawning<br \/>\n<br \/>And the suns that are not yet high,<br \/>\n<br \/>And out of the infinite morning<br \/>\n<br \/>Intrepid you hear us cry-<br \/>\n<br \/>How, spite of your human scorning,<br \/>\n<br \/>Once more God&#8217;s future draws nigh,<br \/>\n<br \/>And already goes forth the warning<br \/>\n<br \/>That ye of the past must die.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nGreat hail! we cry to the corners<br \/>\n<br \/>From the dazzling unknown shore;<br \/>\n<br \/>Bring us hither your sun and your summers,<br \/>\n<br \/>And renew our world as of yore;<br \/>\n<br \/>You shall teach us your song&#8217;s new numbers,<br \/>\n<br \/>And things that we dreamt not before;<br \/>\n<br \/>Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,<br \/>\n<br \/>And a singer who sings no more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Currently watching &#8220;Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory&#8221; with Mom and Dad. 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