The men made restless by their dreams,

Seeking, and ever seeking still,

For that which they have seen in part

In dreams, whose waking life a vision fills -

These are the men, the silent dreaming men,

Who seek, and in their tireless quest

Make some small part of vision real;

Who toil, and know not idleness, or rest;

Who look above the little things,

Themselves made greater by their sight

Of destiny, and who go hand in hand

With wisdom. To these death is part of dreams,

Fulfillment of the far seen plan.