The Dreamer saw a vision
High in th’ empyrean blue,
And slowly it passed until at last
He called to the Man he knew--
“Look, thou Dolt of the Blinded Heart--
Slave of Rod and Rule--
And drink of the wine of my sight divine--
Oh churl of a plodding school!”
The Doer he checked and plotted
And hammered and pieced again,
But his eyes they were on the things that he saw--
The Things of the Earth-bound Men:
And he called to the Dreamer passing--
“Oh stop, thou fool, and see
On water and land the work of my hand,
For the service of such as thee.”
“Dolt,” said the Dreamer, “ye stole my dream
I showed where the lightnings ran ...”
“Fool,” said the Doer, “but for my toil--
Ye’d still be a Stone-age Man.”