a dreamer, that’s what she was. she asked for the galaxy; asked for a planet (“you promised me”). what could you give her, really, when her wishes were out of this world?

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.