Time, it is a tapestry
Threads that weave it number three
These be known, from first to last,
Present, Future and the Past.

Present, Future, weft-thread be
Fleeting in inconstancy
Yet the colours they do add
Serve to make the heart be glad.

Past, the wrap-thread that it be,
Sets the path of history
Every moment’neath the sun
Every battle, lost or ( Read more... )

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 forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous ( Read more... )