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.

Ode
Arthur O'Shaughnessy


Review, friends - troops long past review,
All to fate a wieght of pains and dollars.
Their spirit's wear our silver collars.
Review, friends - troops long past review:
Each a dot of time without pretence or guile.
With them passes the lure of fortune.
Review, friends - troops long past review.
When our time ends on its rictus smile,
We'll pass the lure of fortune.

Troops Long Past Review
Frank Herbert