Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy Poems

We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
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We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
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If you go over desert and mountain,
Far into the country of Sorrow,
To-day and to-night and to-morrow,
And maybe for months and for years;
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Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
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Has summer come without the rose,
Or left the bird behind?
Is the blue changed above thee,
O world! or am I blind?
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The stars are dimly seen among the shadows of the bay,
And lights that win are seen in strife with lights that die away.

The wave is very still -- the rudder loosens in our hand,
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I made another garden, yea,
For my new love;
I left the dead rose where it lay,
And set the new above.
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I made another garden, yea,
For my new Love:
I left the dead rose where it lay
And set the new above.
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