We are the creators of music
And we are the dreamers of dreams
Wanderers for lonely breakers
And sitting along desolate streams
We lose the world, we abandon it
Under the pale moonlight
And yet we make it move, the world.
We're the ones who are perpetually agitating him, so it seems...
Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Ode, 1873
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