DREAMERS.

Fools laugh at dreamers, and the dreamers smile

In answer, if they any answer make:

They know that Saxon Alfred could not bake

The oaten cakes, but that he snatched his Isle

Back from the fierce and bloody-handed Dane.

And so, they leave the plodders to their gains —

Quit money changing for the student's lamp,

And tune the harp to gain thereby some camp,

Where what they learn is worth a kingdom's crown;

They fashion bows and arrows to bring down

The mighty truths which sail the upper air;

To them the facts which make the fools despair

Become familiar, and a thousand things

Tell them the secrets they refuse to kings.